by Robert Conn

Created on: January 21, 2009

The sounds of bathers in the ocean
Towels, chairs and suntan lotion
Expensive beach-side shopping strips
Sun-bleached hair and salty lips

Your overheated skin turns red
A banner plane flies overhead
Marco Polo, chicken fights
Playing frisbee, flying kites

Lemonade and barbecues
Tanning over fake tattoos
Casting nets, and fishing poles
Flocks of hungry screeching gulls

And as the the daylight fades away
You think about your Summer day
Your spirit's filled with deep regret
As you wish the sun would never set

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