Summer’s Headstrong Advice:

A poem

Photo by Tim Mossholder on Unsplash

The Summer had headstrong advice for me;

Languish in the grass, bare-chested,
you might not get another chance.

Feel the ocean gently spit in your face,
freshly shaven.

Before the cinders gather,
kick a little sand in the fire.

Guard your spirit carelessly,
cling to all the beauty you can,
and shred every last dollar
in your empty hand.

And, fly to a secret place,
where ecstasy exceeds
only your pain.