Straight to Summer

I came home to mountains beautiful beyond words;

grass too green and a bike with air in its tires;

a guitar that was still in tune
and a festival in my backyard;

a birthday party in Jeremy's, with friends

I hadn't seen in far too long;

and finally a biscuit brunch in Walt's frontyard,

where kids looked on with disdain

at adults who had stolen their games, and so

stole them back in turn.

In other words, I came home straight to Summer.

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Thanks to Disa K for the first photo in this post