Dear Summer...

Have you left already?
Hope you got your IPod...
Soundtrack for my day?
Old school hip hop...
The weather's beyond hot.
Welcome to the revenge of the drop top...
The silent stampede of the female flip flop.
The saunter of the boat shoe with no socks...
Colour co-ordinated G-shocks.
A visual barrage of fashion faux pas and designer knock off's...
Out of shape, strolling cops.
Women strolling from shop to shop with bags full of stuff they just copped...
Friday evenings spent inside iconic boisterous barbershops.
Busy bus stops...
Fully stocked buses so the buses don't stop.
Just then a young kids ice-cream drops...

His whole world stops...

Then resumes when his older sister blows a bubble, and her bubblegum pops...

A girl picks a petal.
"I love you..."
The small boy smiles then the next petal drops.
"I love you not."
His heart gets shot down with the precision of a gun assisted by an infra-red dot.
The clique of cool girls talk.
Chalks, pebbles and hop scotch.
He drags back, cuts inside and hits the cross bar.
The proud parents stand by the sidelines and just watch.
"You think his mum will let him play out?"
"I don't know, let's knock."
"Did you see that girl?!!!"
"What?"
"Damn, you missed it! She was so cold, she was hot..."



Joshua, TCC