Treasure Island

Brooklin Andras


Poems of Brooklin Andras

1. Summer 7/6/2013

Summer

I'm that whistle in the wind.
I'm that ice cream in the cone.
I'm that depth in the pool.
I'm that voice on the phone.

I'm the shorts on your legs.
I'm the sandals on your feet.
I'm the sunburn on your cheeks.
I'm summer, feel the heat.

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