these are just memories,
they do not mean a thing.
look at a beautiful someone
soon.
look at the swimming moon.
make wishes
over drawbridges.
summer's beginnings
smell like her, and sin,
and earth.
dark permanence,
for what it's worth.
frogs are still heard,
while I send emails to the ocean.
snacks are seldom enjoyed,
but all of this is neither here nor there.
still young, dumb.
the best kind of prize
is a surprise.