Endless Summer



We’d stand on rocks and

stare at city lights,

Proclaim ourselves the kings

of endless summer.


We’d soar on bikes and

boards and all the like,

We’d fly and spread our wings

of endless summer.


Sleep in till noon,

have cereal for lunch,

What other bounties bring

of endless summer?


The bees would buzz,

the trees breathed in our names,

The gentle hymns and rings

of endless summer.


But then you moved and

had to say goodbye,

The final bite and sting

of endless summer.



-JC