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Last Night of Summer

By dancerina, Boston, MA

As the sun sets fire to the sky,
The crickets’ orchestra bursts into song.
I long,
To stay here in this wooden rocking chair curled,
Not hurled into education obligation that takes away my freedom.
The air ensconces me, surrounds me, envelops me with humidity that is impossible to ignore.
I watch the sociable fireflies lighten,
Brighten, illuminate the peaceful landscape.
Escape is what comes to mind.
Escape to a place where summer never ends, where I can forever unwind
And not feel the pressure of reality’s greedy hands that never give back.
Long and lean the green grass grows, and covers the lawn. The kind wind blows
It’s soft gentle breeze, which breaks the continuous flow

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