The tall grass hides me
it sways in the breeze
tickling my cheeks, my bare thighs.
On my back
the earth cool and damp beneath me
I search the sky
groovin’ on the cirrus clouds overhead
so many lifetimes beyond my reach
a dome of invincibility
I will be reluctant to leave behind
some fine future day.
Summer lasts forever
when you’re barely fourteen.
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