Hair follicals stand erect
chattering teeth tap out the rhythm
of a song I'm sure I recognize
but just can't put a name to
and all the while
I can't help but wonder
who stole summer?
There were no beach balls
or barbecues
no sand castles built
there was not the predictable pain
of sun burn
followed by the endless
peeling of skin
like an iguana in low humidity
There were no late nights
sitting in the garden
with a glass of red wine
watching the sun
slowly sink to the bottom
of the glass
glowing the sky red.
Summer this year
has been stolen
never to be recovered
all those memories
that were never made
lost
all those songs never written
never to be heard
they may only have stolen summer
but they have taken
so much more.
©spor
