Melting 99 cent plastic flip-flops
Burning Ray Ban shades
Smoking skimpy bikinis
Fiery white-bleached sand with salty waters
Where have all of the beach balls gone?
Popped and clogging up my raw throat, like dry pollution
Where has summer gone?
The beaches have run dry with drowned sandcastles
The parks have screamed brown and the crinkly yellow of stained teeth
The movies have whined with unfinished credits and blue screens of breathing scripts
The carnivals have quited with run-down ferris wheels and blood-stained rust on loose screws
The summer days are over
With a hint of burning palm tress for a little spice