Yay Summer!
dear diary,
i love summer. (smiley face.) the thing i love most about summer is how when i’m outside i get all hot and sweaty and miserable, and then i come indoors and feel the cold a/c blowing on my face and taking the sweat away into the air. everything smells like clean bed sheets in the summer time. (smiley face.) i don’t have to go to school or anything in the summertime. Sometimes i just lay on my bed in my room and listen to the sound of my ceiling fan. Here is a poem i wrote about summertime. it is called, Summertime.
“Summertime” by: Catherine Towne.
Aged mother hanging clothes on the line
Wind blows wet tablecloths like ghosts of American flags.
Death’s withered finger has a black ribbon
tied
around
it
to
remind
himself
to
remember
to
make
winter
happen
again.
My spirit is a gingerbread candle
melting in the garage.
The End. (smiley face.)
p.s. i forgot how emoticons work.
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