it’s the last performance
flashes of summer
glitter like starlight

we’ve come to see the show
the night air
jitters with excitement
that one twirls
that one sparkles

memories burst apart around me
like the end of a song

blink, blink, blink, blink
and then they’re gone

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Gold star for anyone who can guess what this poem is about. 😉 It’s one of my favorite things about summer. I really hate to say goodbye to June.

–AJM