Late Summer

Late Summer

A Poem by Mark
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Another one winds down

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I just got used to the fragrance of steam,
 coming from the pavement after a Summer rain.

I love how the Sun is always up
before the restaurants open.

Wearing only shorts and T-shirts
my flannel shirts lie forgotten somewhere.

The girls in short shorts and tanks
laughing behind dark glasses.

I got comfortable with the excuse
to buy ice cream.

walking after dark when it's cool
but not too cold; just right.

I expect the Sun to be up
late into the evening.

And now it's August.
And pumpkins are popping up all over.

© 2013 Mark


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Amazing poem. I wish we had four seasons here. we only get two and a half: summer, winter and three day transitions in between each haha

Posted 11 Years Ago


...hard to believe that the rush of those holidays is just around the corner. And it starts as soon as the kids go back to school.

Nice reflection, Mark! I like the anticipation of autumn in this one!









Posted 11 Years Ago


Just got back from the beach. Nice weather but a slight chill at night. I know falls around the corner... Sigh...
Great poem Mark.

Posted 11 Years Ago


What a grand late summer read...short shorts & all!

I got comfortable with the excuse
to buy ice cream.

So true....but now there'll be pumpkin ice cream soon!



Posted 11 Years Ago


Frieda P

11 Years Ago

You're like a little kid I swear! ;-P
Mark

11 Years Ago

yep I won't argue with you there. :)
Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Boys never grow up, do they? Lol

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Mark
Mark

Dallas, TX



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