Summer

A sickly hot breeze rushes by,
racing against a girl gliding down the street
swerving round parked cars and street litter,
the wheels of her rollerblades
murmuring softly all the while.
The breeze relents
leaving her with the dry heat of the summer air.

She hikes up a mountain with her family
and at the top,
Ashes of a much-loved dog are sprinkled
in inspirational places.
Silent tears fall from her eyes-
and everyone else's
And they know
Sweet Sara is happy
in her favorite place.

It rains and she waits
for the bobber to disappear
underneath the water,
a tell-tale sign
of an unlucky fish
taking the bait.

Memories of fun with friends,
a homey camper,
games with sisters,
trips to the mountains,
family outings
All dance in her head.

So she takes out a pen and writes,
And summer comes to an end.