[Dear Summer,]

[Dear Summer,]

A Poem by Floundering About

In June airplanes will buzz-
ing bees in bushes with
green protruding
leaves a diary behind
(blue clearing)
and hot asphalt, feet burning
the pages, one that reads quickly:
too late and too soon [to]
have fun & [to] love,
[to] yours truly
[brackets burning]

© 2010 Floundering About


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Added on June 22, 2010
Last Updated on June 22, 2010