Seeds of Summer
by Peter Erich
a backyard flood light on wet grass,
our silhouettes on glittering humidity.
watermelon wedges in our faces,
the stars lay on wet rinds.
we slurp crushed velvet
and our tongues sift for black diamonds.
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i just want everyone to say yes to the memory that is so good that it scares them. i just want everyone to say yes to a future so successful it scares them.
if you can define the boundaries that you place on yourself - then you can break them. and if you can break them you can be whatever the fuck you want to be.
even if that means you and your closest friends, eating watermelon in a backyard without a fence.
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Our tongues sift
for black diamonds.
Such a visual treat. *
@Rachna Thank you!
That last stasnza is worthy of even the very best Black Velvet School poet in Georgia. Bravo.
Last five lines are super. *
@James I am not sure what that is but it sounds like a good thing. Thank you for taking the time to read my work.
@jake Thank you! Happy you enjoyed it.