Summer People

We are the summer people,
washed ashore by early summer sun
and taken out on fall’s first frost.
We rent the cottages, campgrounds, and condos,
walk backyard beaches,
and marvel at the ebbing tides.
We take home
rocks, sand dollars,
and sea glass,
and leave behind
footprints in the sand.
We lay around the pool,
drink in every drop of sunshine,
and stroll to local restaurants.
We walk the dirt roads of cottage country,
drive the backroads through small towns,
and stop to taste the best ice cream ever.
We see the red ball drop below the sea and hills,
and every night,
watch as though it was the first.
We embrace the warmth of summer smiles
as it spreads across familiar faces,
and reaches new ones.
And we buy tickets on the weekly draw,
dreaming of owning a piece of paradise,
forgetting,
if only for a moment,
we are already there.

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