The First Day of Summer Vacation

K.Hartless,
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Overhead
    a puff of perfume 
                          a cloud
sandalwood vanilla
         and sweet daydreams

My son points, “I see a bird.” And I find his talons, 
grasping.

Daughter chimes in, I see a boatl” And I find the hull, 
cracking.

The games we play
                   amidst broken waves,
their fingernails grasping
                                 needful things.
Even on a beautiful day
                            there is scratching.

In the shade of pine trees
                                    a playground 
slick as apple slices
                         my red haired children 
               spread a blanket 
                                fruitful grins
          the first day of summer vacation.

© 2022 | K.Hartless

Published by K.Hartless

K.Hartless is a persistent poet and eclectic fiction writer. She’s been recently published in Luna Station Quarterly, The Last Girls Club, Edge of Humanity Magazine, Pure Haiku, and Spillwords. Her blog, Yardsale of Thoughts, blends fiction, poetry, music, and art to create new experiences for readers.

19 Comments

    1. Thank you, Marion. I’m sure it will. Today we took the “stead” to the library for some reading candy and then explored the forests near our home. I must say, I am super lucky that I have two sidekicks to adventure with during these months.

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