Summer Heart

Summer wraps its golden arms around our tired minds and says,

“Welcome back!”

A dirty car travels down back roads that have seen it all,

that lovingly caution “slow down you crazy kids!”

as we speed onward blaring Don McLean’s “American Pie.”

“And I know that you’re in love with him

‘cause I saw you dancing in the gym!”

we scream

as the rolled-down windows suck our hair.

Through wind-blown wisps

we widen our eyes at broken up visions. The orange

glow of golden hour sunlight melts our sight

and seems to stop time like a kiss

that lingers upon our lips.

The heart is wild. And she is free—

her joyful beat a masterpiece

of music beyond belief.

Avalon Husain