Concrete

warmed by the sunlight

and rough beneath my bare feet

sidewalks made for chalk

Calender

smooth numbered paper

promising us infinite

summer in white squares

Fireworks

warm wind on my face

as I stare at the dark sky

lit by stars of fire

Fair

bright lights and good food

my adrenaline rushes

as the ride gains speed

Ice Cream

cold, creamy and smooth

balenced on a crunchy cone

now my tongue is blue

Car

heat in leather seats

music blares as we speed past

dunes and sandy shores