in the breeze of the screen door...

...as summer fades away.

It is late, so so late; but I cannot let go of summer.

The phone rings at midnight; no one can sleep.
We write notes, eat bowls of cereal, twirl locks of hair, and turn our minds away from the week ahead - laughing all the while. Today I stood in the afternoon sun and made a star shadow with my body. I watched bees pull pollen from the innards of hydrangea blossoms. I shed my clothes and dove straight into the pool without first toeing the water. I found maple leaves turning toward Fall and took photographs in the breeze.

I am not weary of summer, but it slips out my door without so much as a goodbye.

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