Summer’s Children
Scramble as day burns
down
Dash headlong into
dusk into
no-holds-barred
capture-
the-flag (a crimson
shammy)
Cast off rules in the rush
to run
tumble holler to hold
on
to this where and
when
to hold off the nightly
coming-in
We’re not afraid
of the dark
spreading around
us
“Summer’s Children” first appeared in the Poem-A-Day Project, Rensselaerville, NY, library
