Soap bubbles float through high-school breeze
that chuckles on playful moonlights;
our gang dabs round film on oak trees
or paste white orbs on teen boys' kites.
And vapor-like, our summers wrap
the peek-a-boos squeaking tag games,
on dappled field where guys eavesdrop
inviting tricks without a shame.
Long day collects a popping spree,
as sticky piles knot wavy hair
like rustle of sun, how carefree
to mess around till burnt cheeks flare.
The thrill of puppy love upswings
when every hour is like a race
while globules fly, my crush then zings
till cheery arms steal quick embrace.
Christian Guild's Teenager Entertainment
by nette onclaud