the summer is any

Brian Edward Bahr



the summer is any
but becoming almost
as lively the children
and turn into grow

to the he and she
in early days
of wait for and until
in the every here
at the very where
the trees send a sing

but
if by petal
when by flower
candy flames the green
the children—no longer
more often than quite—
regret the didn't and same

then beaches behind
with waves of why
wilt sandcastles into un

a down the day blush
of sticky sunset
to stillness mirrorthin





Brian Edward Bahr lives in the woods of Northern Minnesota with his cat Yuki. Check out his other works at: brianedwardbahr.blogspot.com