june to august

[citysummer july]


i used to know summer when the sun beat the sun beat down and i would go to the sand sprawling out. there i would still my everything and be there. i used to know summer when the heat rose from my skin and the nights began the sun was so bright i used to know summer when i would grasp nothing and i would stretch because i was everything. the summer i know now is pocketed by the sun and the horizon filled with cloud lines. there is hardly any sand but instead grass, bright colors, and empty bottles. my wheels float over the pavement the sun hiding and the wind grabbing my hair.