Unidentified Photographer, [Two unidentified girls, one eating watermelon, the other disrobing], ca. 1960 (2012.24.1) from Fans in a Flashbulb |
When summer belonged to us,
we shot out of school doors like pinballs
pinging off trees, porches, each other,
racing toward imagined jackpots
We lay in the heat,
hair and freckles bleached with lemon juice
and tasted the tang on our skin
We shucked Silver Queen on front steps,
the silk sticking to our fingers
and stealing nibbles off the cobs
We grabbed thick slices of watermelon,
ate them down to the rind,
sweet juice dripping down our wrists,
then spitting the seeds
across crabapple dappled lawns
We set the pace of our days
to suit our moods
and lingered under street lights
well past dusk
Feigning deafness to the calls of parents,
we schemed our next scheme
There was always another tomorrow
when summer belonged to us.
7 comments:
You make me long for a past I never had.
shucking silver queen on the front steps...nice...def brought back memories for me there...that and snapping beans...def miss the summers as a kid...so many adventures, so much fun...
Just beautiful. So wonderfully nostalgic. k. This is Karin Gustafs on - aka Manicddaily. Thanks. k.
oh gosh yes! Love the last tow lines!
This is so atmospheric. It reminds me of those first chapters of To Kill a Mockingbird - the idylls of childhood summers before everything changes.
Buddah stole my comment. Exactly.
Fantastic.
You have captured the feel of childhood summers perfectly
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