evening poem, july 5, 2022

If I could choose one day of my childhood

To live again

It would be one of these long days of summer

That never seem to end

I’d stay outside till the sky finally turned pastel

Then to my bed with the window open

So I could hear the slap of basketballs

On the neighborhood court

And the voices of the older kids

Who played on

It was the best of feelings

Thinking that the light would go on forever

And that summer would never fade

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