August

the concrete is hot from the sun
rough and warm beneath our feet
like memories of summer
smell of fresh earth and sprinklers
water rushing in rivers down the road
cool, green grass between our toes
getting dirty, and flushed
sprawling spread eagle on the lawn
tongues lolling like dogs in the shade
staring at the sky until
we see stars behind our eyes

the sweet, sweet breeze lifts your hair
the sun plays across your face
and all i can think of are those long lazy days
when we were kids
and never went too far home
though we tested our boundaries
impatient to grow up but still clinging to summer
more time to spend browning our skin
and spouting freckles
those are the days that come to mind
when you sit illuminated by sunlight
to me, you are endless Augusts