My Time Of Year

First things I notice

Are school bus bookends.

Over there I see people

Who never made it onto

The school bus or were

Kicked jumped or fell off

They got sunburn that

Maybe couldn’t be helped

I see flowers and watermelons

Difficulty is put on pause

For a while here

At some beaches there is

No lifeguard on duty

That’s where all the

Angelheaded hipsters

Hang out, the ones

Who fancy themselves the

Best minds of our generation

Donning me rose~colored

Granny sunglasses in the shade

I so very carefully

And wisely choose me company

Hi we’re always so very happy to be a part of Bartholomew Barker’s weekly Monday Poetry prompt~

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