the killers
and you don't see summer coming...you're mired with work...with cat diarrhea and ants that have taken residence in your too small corner of the world. oh, how you wish...
at the age of 9, you're busy saving lunch money for a new pair of keds, you spend seemingly endless days in the hot sun, running, riding a borrowed bike, making mud pies with the neighborhood kids, wondering what teachers you'll get come september, who'll be in your class, who'll take up the mantle of your new best friend...
at the age of 41, you're busy saving lunch money by brown bagging it, you spend seemingly endless days indoors away from the sun and moon, run in your spare 15 minutes, forget about riding and sit on your rowing machine instead, ignore the noisy kids in the backyard, wonder what the next day will bring with it, who'll be helpful, who'll take up the mantle of your new best friend...
when do we get "the child" back? i suspect when we are too old and tired to care about work or about how it hurts to ride a bike. when we spend all of our time under the sun waiting for the moon to say hello. when we have the time to skip through rain puddles, and eat any damned kind of pie we want because we've accepted our round belly and sagging boobs.
june is full of 70's am radio songs. it's full of ice cream and laughter... long hot and humid nights watching tv because you can't sleep. it's i love lucy and the 4:30 movie on channel 7, it's horsing around at the middle school park, swinging on the swings and collecting dandelions because they're yellow and pretty... june is full of growing pains, it's where 12 goes into 13, where eighth grade goes to high school...it's full of puppy love, lots of blushing, and hand holding, first kisses behind the abandoned garage...
when did you go away, and when will you come back? are you hiding in that tomb where little girl stays, have you lost your way? or have i.