After Equinox Poem by Francie Lynch

I'm up to my elbows
In Summer sun,
I've hit my funny bone;
The gangs have hit
The pavement,
No one mentions home.

The towels are stretched
On sand dunes,
Water falls free and clear,
There's no time for dwelling
On one's sun-kissed despair.

There's amusement parks
And animal farms,
Camps and hiking trails;
Boats slice turquoise waters,
Daughters tuggiing tails.

And there,
Beneath a snuggled moon
Couples spoon
Leaving no room for air.

We end our daily frolics
With our evening walks;
I'll find time
To lift my elbows
After Equinox.