From Summers of the Past

Dropping a few coins in the glossy nickel slot They hung out together at a small-town cafe Listening to popular songs on a flashy jukebox Savoring salty fries and cheap greasy burgers Facing a quaint, run-down house she adored. Steps away on a sandy beach they strolled, Two giggling teens in each other’s footprints Mingling with evening’s misty warm breeze Gazing ruby sight on twilight’s amber horizon Beholding golden sun dipping in blue ocean. When starry night invoked scent of fervid ardor Warm breaths crooned, blushing young desires Reveling every hug and touch, daring for more, As gleaming eyes revered blazing teenage love. That’s when they were wild in lyrics of Brown Sugar Kissing to the melodies of doting hearts’ stimulus Humming tunes of Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow; Parting for college at the end of summer season. He bought the quaint house she so dreamed about And gave it her name from summers of the past… Long after she told him, how life takes its toll If night’s dream shatters yielding to morning sun, And words once beloved, lose their relevance When old memories wither as time changes people. April 2, 2020 Placed 1st: Strand choice Y contest by Brian Strand Brown Sugar by The Rolling Stones Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow by Carole King/Gerry Goffin