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
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