Summer, Seattle

Free write about those hazy summer days when we were free from school and what little responsibility children have.

Dried grass crushed under bare feet. The smell of cool summer rain evaporating on hot sidewalks. We laugh as we run, sure that no one could ever catch us; not as we fly down sun-drenched alleyways, nearly levitating, just blurs now, illusions created by the heat of the season. Not even time can catch us. We will be this age forever, just ask us. We will remain this free and happy because there is no reason not to be. No one has told us what happens as the years turn, like gears in a machine. We don't yet know that we are simply cogs in some cosmic mill that grinds life into regret and laughter into cries of sorrow. No one wants to tell us that, and we wouldn't listen even if they did. This is our time in the sun and we can't give it up, not even if we tried.

Reviews

[Onku Ghosh]

Lovely poem depicting innocence.Nice choice of words and i love your expressions- smell of cool summerr rain evaporating on the hot sidewalks, fly down sun--drenched alleyways nearly levitating, we are simply cogs in some cosmic mill and.......