Five children
Form a line
In front of the truck,
That revolves around their summer,
And hand over their quarter
To receive their ice cream cone.
Complaints of heat
And bright vivid clothing
Crowd the street.
Flawless teenage girls
And scrawny boys
Chatter and tease.
Watermelon seeds
And orange peels
Scatter across the table
Under the tree that
Gives them a break from the sun.
Hot pavement
Under bare feet
And children racing
Through sprinklers
After their mothers
Told them no.
The sun rises earlier
Only to stay up longer
And the night air is pleasantly warm and crisp.
The moon seems to shine brighter
Because it knows,
It knows it's summer.