by Mike E.



Do you remember your first taste of Summer?

-- I do

it tasted like fresh cut grass and baseball

mud pies and the fourth of July

you can pluck the head off a dandelion

and rub the color on your cheeks

but if you lick your fingers

youíll surely pucker

wash it down with a warm humid rain

and light the memory with fireflies

and ghost stories

if you were lucky

you saw Orionís belt in the sky

before Momma tucked you in

that first taste

the first embrace

is something you cannot forget

youíll remember it every year

every Summer

and like an addict youíll always wonder

why the first taste was so much better

than the last.

-- Mike E.


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