When I Was A Kid In The Summer

Buzz of the pool, barbeque’s glossy air

Swaying beneath painted skies

Drops of chlorine slipping from the ends of my hair

Splattering around prune-like toes, mixing with the popsicle raining down my sticky wrists

Family and neighbors laughing with food in their mouths

Dog’s eyes scurrying up the table

Chicken lathered in sauce, bread stuffed with meat, butter melting into corn on styrofoam plates, sheltered under umbrella

Brothers and cousins chasing me up the slide as I snatch the first firefly, only to release it to the first twinkling star


  1. magicalponyface · July 6, 2012

    Wow that is pretty dramatic. But then again its really cool how you described the story so well. So well written for someone who likes to do a lot of writting.

  2. Nicole · July 6, 2012

    Thank you very much! I’m happy you enjoyed reading this piece. I jotted it down not even an hour ago as I was sitting on my front porch in the humidity. I really appreciate that you took the time to read my work. ^_^

  3. Jane Fritz · July 6, 2012

    The snatch of the firefly nailed the familiarity of those remembrances for me, and I have several decades on you! Nice job, Nicole.

    • Nicole · July 7, 2012

      I’m glad you can relate to my poem. That’s what I was hoping for. Thanks for reading, Jane!

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