Growing rows of amber waved in the hot wind
Reaching for one of the sheathes, she pulled the kernels free
And rubbed them against each other in her hands, freeing the seeds from their husks
It released a wonderful smell of summer turning toward fall
Nodding she walked back to the farmhouse. Tomorrow they would harvest.
Heatwave sent summer shimmers flowing down the black pavement
Yet those crashing waves offered no respite from the oppression
Determined to find relief, she struggled with the large retaining nut
Realizing it was too tight, she called out for help
And yet no one came to the rescue because a firetruck came around the corner
Now she was scared that she was going to be in big trouble for even considering such a thing
That was assuaged when they pulled out an even bigger wrench and viola the water flowed
Connecting the dots ways always the easy part
Hard part was then making the dominoes fall in order
As so many factors had to be juggled for the Rube Goldberg plan to work
It was almost something straight from a summer blockbuster
Not that he had to worry about. The first link broke leaving him dreaming of what might have been
Good char slowly developed on the wieners
Releasing their juices to drip onto the hungry flames below
It made a pleasing aroma to those gathered around
Leaving them to contemplate the communal feast they were about to partake
Loving the dog days of summer
Finding the remains of summer scattered upon the ground
As I walk along the shrinking daylight
Leaving the time of green behind
Looking toward the time of stark contrasts of dark and white
Which way should I go next?
As the summer breaks over the horizon
Number of paths open up before me
Destiny awaits on the other side
Every step will be an adventure
Ready or not, here I come!
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For all the marbles
It is the last hurdle before the summer
Now is the time to prove mastery
And if you do, the glory of that elusive 4.0 awaits
Lest you fall into the pit of despair
Everyone dreads that test, even the professors
X-ray vision on both sides looking for the core of understanding
Amid the trivia of facts and figures
Make your best-educated guess and may the odds be ever in your favor
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Finals were done and now the summer officially started
Rick looked at the VW Bug as it, and his girlfriend, drove away
It would suck not seeing or touching her for the next couple of weeks
She would probably be a mess of tears right now
Kind of like he was, until he had a very happy thought
You know a binging of Fortnite without interruption was now possible
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Lifting the handle, Stephanie looked inside the box
It contained a whole lot of nothing
Giggling she closed it and looked at Timothy
“How are you able to afford that?” She asked
Timothy smiled, “I just saved up all the sun rays I could from the summer.”
“Of course you did,” she said. “I love it! It’s just what I need.”
Forgetting he didn’t like physical contact, Stephanie gave him a huge hug
To her amazement
He didn’t push her away
Even pulled her closer
Well the moment was short lived
Or that’s how it felt to Stephanie
Releasing Timothy back into his own world she sighed inwardly
Loving someone like Timothy was easier than people thought
Didn’t this echo how God felt?
Silently, invaders float in from above
Never relenting, establishing a foothold
Overwhelming the countryside
Wiping out summer’s last defense!
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