The smell of fresh cut grass Hot dogs grilling and chlorine On wet bikini clad bodies All the trappings of summer Days spent wasted on love That wasn’t going anywhere Past the beach baked sands Boardwalks ferris wheel rides Despite all the moon promises That this was perfection found And maybe it was a lie we told Or one we believed in moments Of young sun washed madness Even still maybe there was truth In those words whispered in faith As all these years on those days Still burn like the summer sun Among other recollections faded With age and distance disappearing There’s still a girl there in her bikini Candy red lipstick cotton candy Sticking to lips eagerly awaiting A visit again from that blonde boy Who told her he’d always remember Her that day and now gray he still does In both depths of winter and on days When the grill is going the kids laughing And everywhere there are the trappings Of another perfect summer arising
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