You stop by my house
selling sweets that seem rendered
from your vanilla skin
Reaching into your pocket for change
you’re welcome to keep
affords me one last chance
to sample your homemade smile
and takes me to a long ago summer day
when flush faced girls in cutoff jeans
laughed at jokes made to pass the time
before being kissed, waiting nervously
to see what might happen next
“Memories of Summer” was printed in Crossroads, No. 8 of Inwood Indiana. Pick up the paperback from Prolific Press; the stories and poems published online are free to read here.
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