Tim Johnson

Summers End

They look like my kids, / But they’re not. / Adidas riding / Casting off the dock.

They look like my kids,
But they’re not.
Adidas riding,
Casting off the dock.

Their laughter soars
Above Vineyard waves.
Kayaks launching,
Sand miners at play.

The carousel is magic.
Why must it stop?
Golden ring grabbing,
Ice cream and a jukebox.

These are the moments
For those who know.
Lo, to frenzied parents,
Stuck...on the go!

 

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