…
The wind is a slap
in the face. These last days
of school, a calendar stain. We strain
for breath, other uncatchable
things. We know that the first stretch
of summer means trading slavery for
the fires of hell, but we want to do it,
anyway. Sleep the sleep of the dead,
stop dreading the clock, the lunchbox,
the cage of desk and number-lettered
grade. Bring on the heat;
we’ll hibernate if we have to. Bring on
the sun, we’ll slather ourselves in SPF
and shade. Bring it,
we say, and brave the shallow washed-
out shine of shimmer heat, the beat of
ray on brown and back. A few more
days of filling bubbles in with number
2 (graphite) lead and dread,
and we’re free
to bake ourselves
like battered clay.
..
Written for Miz Q.
Here in Southern Nevada, we’re just a handful of (half)days from the end of school. We want to scream FREEDOM! with our whole brave hearts, but this front edge of summer also has teeth. Hot ones. Temps in the 100s, and a whole month to wait until we slake our Lake ache. But there’s also some big fun inked into the calendar, and July is coming…
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Right now I would do anything for hot weather. It’s crazy cold–I’m wearing 4 layers of clothing. I love your word choices in this. Even your tags are poetic.
It’s actually GORGEOUS here right now, Victoria. 70 degrees today, maybe a tiny bit more. Unheard of in late May. But it’s coming. Oh, it’s coming.
Warm here today. Too hot to swim in the pool, which is also hot water.. Sun going down so perhaps I’ll venture out. Loved your poem.. Clever, original, slice of life.
A delightful read and well written. Its sunny here, greetings!
Teacher or student or make-believe? Seems realistic.
Tired Mama of two junior high students, Nan. 😉 All too real.
we say, and brave the shallow washed-
out shine of shimmer heat, the beat of
ray on brown and back
Yes, bring it on! One has the capacity to face it and will do it with the given strength!
Hank