the summer of
leaving, of jet planes,
of tarmac baking in the drought
of american candies,
american mcdonalds,
american street signs.
the summer of boxes and floors,
new carpet, whose colors
changed in stripes beneath my hands
the summer of rabbit ears,
cartoons, and jingles
chewy chocolatey crunchy hershey
the summer of a different world
fast car, faith
the inside the beltway summer
the summer of no one,
of a hand puppet with kindly eyes
and all my thoughts in his mouth.
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