Summer Comes - Poem by Jessica Marshall
Now when I walk
The birds are
The leaves are
In the light winds that
Now is the time when romance blooms:
Couples holding hands as they strole together,
Stealing touches behind oak trees
And kissing softly because,
They are in love.
Girls in bikinis out on the lawn,
Bronzing their bodies at high noon
While music plays idly on
And magazines are strewn around them.
Their tan skin shimmers
In the afternoon sun.
And now when I walk
As they spike a volleyball,
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