It's one of those summers
Where if I must wear shoes
I'll wear flip-flops
Not sandals
Or gym shoes
But flip-flops
And that's only when
I'm told I can't go barefoot
I don't mind the blisters
And how much my feet will ache
It's just one of those kinds of summers
Running around
Getting sprayed with
Tirelessly working sprinklers
It's one of those summers
Where you lean in too close to the fountain
And fall with a splash
The locals will scold us
When I offer you my hand
And you pull me in with you
And we laugh all the harder
If anyone yells at us
We can just say it was an honest accident
Not like we want to take a dip
In fountains full of pennies
But it definitely was needed
With as intense as the heat is
I'll miss these
Flip-flop summers with you
But it'll be okay
Because not every summer can be the same
There'll be plenty of more
Flip-flop summers
For me and you
Just not together
And it'll be okay
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Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans
PoetryEveryone has that one place in their heart. The two will always be connected, whether they love that place, or hate that place. My place? My town? I love it, I hate it. I've left it behind. This collection of poetry is about the place, the town, tha...
