I remember sun.

I put on those sunglasses
and looked at everything through summer eyes.
Sepia pink, I'd say.
Sometimes my favorite.
I saw birds perched on my porch
6 year old me playing in puddles
I saw sun
so so so much sun
I saw warm
I felt it
but most of all I saw it
I saw towels in sand
bunchy bathing suits
sticky pavement
I saw orange
I saw yellow
A beautiful yellow
I pinched at my tank top
I created air
I pulled grass from the ground
Yes, so much grass
I didn't even feel bad
I rubbed a dandelion on my nose
I examined ant hills
I shook a wimpy tree
I shook it and helicopters fell from the sky
They whirled and whirled
I frowned at a pine tree. It's not the time for you.
I rolled down the grassiest hill
and the clouds became pinwheels
They whirled and whirled.
I sat with my back against a tree
but worried about spiders getting into my hair
I swatted my arms
I enviously looked at those kids in strollers
I could taste chalk, purple chalk
I saw short shorts
I could hear that buzzing
That mysterious beetle buzzing
I could smell warm
Yes, I smelt it
But most of all I saw it.
You can see summer through those sunglasses
Sepia pink.