Labor Day
by Adam Sifre
The coals lose their glow.
Sun kisses the back of my neck goodbye.
Someone plays Boys of Summer one more time.
The cooler tips...
The tides go out...
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A brief poem. Even a generation Z 'er can plow through this one.
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I heard Boys of Summer recently. It always takes me right back to a very different time in my life. "I can see you...."