How much longer before
I can lose the bulky coats
and jackets? The long sleeves
and turtlenecks? How long before
I can crawl back into flip flops
and tank tops and sit out in the dark
all night long? I want to blow dandelion
seeds into the breeze, pick petals to the ancient
chant of "he loves me, he loves me not" and smell
freshly mown grass on the weekends. I want to feel
the hot sun on my face, and smell
coconutty sunblock on my skin
while I dip my bare toes into a cool lake.
I want to smell charcoal burning, and meat
sizzling on an outdoor grill. Give me back
my longer days and warm summer nights.
Begone, winter. I'm not fond of you anyway.
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