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when the last bell rings

when the lockers chime hollowly,

no longer overflowing with college-ruled notebooks,

when the june air sings

of two-and-a-half precious precious months

and all the promises they keep,

we fly down the beaten marble steps to the endless potential of streets and fields and trains and cafes and long long long walks in the comforting darkness of a damp summer evening lined with neon signs and flickering street lights.

we fell in love in june,

that’s why i love summer.

summer herself loves with reckless abandon

in the dewy silent sunrise cushioned by cicadas and a light breeze.

and when her sun peeks over the vibrant magnolias

to press a kiss to the ground crowned with pastel chalk scribbles,

tentative bravery strips away its rain-drenched jacket

and two cherry-popsicle-stickied hands reach for each other.