Summer

I can’t wait.

The sounds of the waves crashing up

and down the shore.

The beachballs

hitting the ground,

as one team loses a game

of volleyball.

The slap of

the surfboards,

on the waves.

Ducking,

as the seagulls try

to take your food.

The flag of the house

above the beach

slapping the pole.

Watching children

build a sandcastle,

watching their older

brother wreck it.

Watching a woman

lose her umbrella

in the wind.

Summer.

I can’t wait.

-N.J.