Summertime in a Pickle Jar
Racing down a gravel road,
rocks cruching beneath
the tires of your
banana-seat bike
the wind in your face
and the sunshine soaking into
the stripes of your
favorite t-shirt
Barefoot in old tennis shoes
standing in the river
fishing with sticks
laying lazy
on a hot black tube
moving slow with the water
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Heading home
your skin hot and dry
from absorbing
every moment of the day
the setting sun painting itself
against the insides of your eyelids
- a deep gold -
in contrast to the dark purple sky
rootbeer popsicle in one hand
shooting baskets with the other
in the driveway in the dark
running across the yard
catching fireflies
in an old pickle jar
Posted by Amanda at April 15, 2003 03:43 PM
