For Summer


Back to the days of blind hope
and belief I could do anything--
Hard knocks were softer.
White icing laid on the hills.

You were a wonderland,
a new frontier!
I was your peach.
Parents were hatred,
save for the man who was our father.
You by birth, me by grace.

Work was an afterthought.
Love was the forest primeval.
We rocked, swooned, and gave each other ourselves.
We lapped up love as a dog drinks water in a sweet Southern Summer.

The forbidden was tropical and yet innocent,
But the sun was setting.
Nights set in.
I long for summer.

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