Summer Night
I am not sure when I stopped being delighted
by the sight of a lightning bug
lighting up a summer’s night
Or being excited at the sight
of an ice cold popscicle
on a warm summer night
Or being motivated to run and play
with neighbors in the twilight
of a delightful summer night
Life gets heavy for everyone at times,
so I think I need to think like a child
on a beautiful summer night
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