memories of summer

You stop by my house
selling sweets that seem rendered
from your vanilla skin

Reaching into your pocket for change
you’re welcome to keep
affords me one last chance

to sample your homemade smile
and takes me to a long ago summer day
when flush faced girls in cutoff jeans

laughed at jokes made to pass the time
before being kissed, waiting nervously
to see what might happen next

©Daniel von der Embse

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