Sun beats down
But is blocked by darkened lens
Eyes that squint and strain across
This field of grass and play
Where athletic ghosts of youth
Banter and steal base and run
Dive for flies and swat them away
In the deep sweaty heat of summer
Mirage puddles fool their eyes
Across this expansive field of dreams
Perched atop this wooden splintering platform
Where just below young lust is born
Watch now as these creatures
Chase and dive through softened grass
Thick with the sweet scent of summer
Ice cream promises drip across the atmosphere
And time stands still in this moment
Slight and evasive tender breezes
Just out of reach of those who crave it
Drift aimlessly across a sky too high to reach
Like the game that tumbles through this landscape
The breezes and games will fade
And summer soon to be nothing more than
A whisper once again