Meredith, New Hampshire, 2009

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem about summer love

Submitted: November 18, 2015

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It’s a hot day to be a tourist on the 4th of July

The honking cars are backed up for miles

The dusk is falling on this tourist trap

The white, spotless gazebo looks out over

Lake Winnipesaukee’s black water and the

White boats contrast the water they bob in

Me and three suntanned friends tumble out

Of Jordan’s golden Saturn (her name is Isabel)

Bee-h and I walk ahead of Jordan and Max,

Sipping Mountain Dew out of green cans, our flip flops thwacking

On broken pieces of cement

We find the softest patch of grass, and lay out a blanket (mint green and fuzzy)

We sit on our cushion, Jordan with Bee-H, Max with me

We count down the minutes until the fireworks with anticipation

They start; popping and fizzing, booming over the lake

We all sit entranced in the warm summer air

And when they are done, it is pitch black once more

 


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