Summer knows freedom and Summer knows truth
A coming of age story wrapped in a resumé
Summer knows the red of a single flower
picked and bestowed on quickly drawn on hair
Attached to a hand
Attached to another hand
Summer knows the hearty laugh of a stranger next to me
Both of us on faded seats
Don’t know if we’re coming or going
Rumbling down reggae roads
Summer knows the streets: a trip, a fall, a picked up rag doll
Grateful, glancing up to meet a rare New York smile
10 points awarded
Summer knows the radiance of hard work
Feet sneaking out of heavy doors every time
Back hurting soul healing
Summer knows