Securing pink and white hollyhocks that sagged across suburban lawns.
Devouring fresh melons and spitting out seeds at barefoot picnics.
Chasing patrolling peacocks to capture feathers for the trip home.
Cornering grasshoppers that jumped and landed from nowhere.
Dodging dragonflies that flitted, then perched in shallow waters.
Tiptoeing back to school over fading July-to-September bridges.
Discovering an old empty wagon laden with summer memories.
4 thoughts on “The Gist of Past Augusts”
This is so sweet! Today is my birthday and it feels like a special celebration song
I’m so glad it sang for you, Kim! Wishing you a happy birthday … and many more.
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Nice summer recollections, Mark!