Carefree

Remember when 

summer tasted

like fresh grass blades,

the kind you chewed 

as you walked,

face up to gather the sun,

when late afternoon held

the aroma of rain,

and watermelon was salted

and eaten on a tailgate,

when June felt 

like freedom, freewheeling 

down the sidewalk

on your bike or skipping 

your Lemon Twister,

back when you caught 

fireflies in mason jars,

let them out,

and believed

they traveled 

far into space 

becoming stars….

—C.L Fisher, July 2021

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