Last Day of Summer Break
Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.
Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.
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Summer is the season that forgets to end on time—it lingers at the shore like a guest who loves your house more than you do.
The whistle sends us climbing from blue water into evening. Wet feet slap concrete.
The paper graduation cap slides over one eyebrow. She has learned seventeen letters,
August is a thief who comes dressed as a gift: the peach at its most golden
Tonight the world gives us permission to be something else.
You have brains in your head. You have shoes on your feet. But here's what the Doctor forgot to explain.
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