Summer Lawn MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   Summer Lawn

I don't want you anymore
You are (no longer)
     essential
          to my existence

Because I'm alone on my lawn
eating popsicles and drinking ee cummings

And life, i'll tell you, has never tasted any sweeter

Oh, how sweet it is
     - I know you're gone -
alone in the grass
          and the wind
               and the sky
andallthewideopenspacessallowingmelikeanhorsd'oeuvre

So what else am I to do
but damn you to hell
as the juice rolls down my fingers
     and the wind brushes my hair

No, I have said my fond farewells
and now, leaning back on the grass,
     I will close my eyes
     to the blinding sun

by K. S., Somerset, MA



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