New poem! FWF Prompt “Like 1995”

The prompt:

Then followed that beautiful season…Summer.

Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape
lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The attempt:

Like 1995

Can you smell it?
It smells like freshly mown lawns
And drying spray paint

Feels like sticky limbs
And and skinned ankles
Courtesy of black bike peddles

Tastes like dripping Popsicles
From pop goes the weasel blaring ice cream trucks

Sounds like basketballs pounding the cracked pavement
Like hula hoops hitting the ground
Like slurping water from the hose because you weren’t allowed inside again unless you didn’t want to come back out

Looks like a handful of ten year olds running through the streets and across the neighbors yards (except that one mean old mans in the middle) playing hide and go seek or freeze or tag

Looks like 1995 in Detroit
Like I’m ten years old
Like its summer,
Like its summer.


7 thoughts on “New poem! FWF Prompt “Like 1995”

  1. Better late than never! Sooo happy to have you back again. Sure missed you. And I remember why after reading this! Love how you tickle all the senses and garnish it with nostalgia. Just awesome. Thank you and I hope you will be back with us Friday! 🙂

    1. Aw thanks Kellie! I will most certainly try my best to be here Friday…who am I kidding it’ll probably be next Wednesday lol. You are too kind thanks for the awesome prompts!

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