describe the most beautiful day of your life (whether it has or hasn’t happened yet) to a stranger
what does it look like? sound like? feel like? where are you?
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A Celebration of Spoken Word and Poetry
describe the most beautiful day of your life (whether it has or hasn’t happened yet) to a stranger
what does it look like? sound like? feel like? where are you?
those days are always drenched in sun
dripping plum juice on
dandelion leaves
the best days
the days when
bean bag chairs
stuck to my thighs
and the books never ended
the best days
with grass and the solid
click of croquet mallets
we never knew the rules
grass and iced tea
the best leaves of mom’s mint
diving dangerously into
kiddie pools
water fights
my dog lapping up
the ammunition
the best days
colored in scabby knees
and neon band-aides
the best way to spend
endless summer
chalking out outlines
onto the driveway like placeholders
i’m back
to the best days
remember my place in line
second after the blue ball
popsicles are ready
the best way to freeze them
with tiny plastic toys
in the centers of each
impromptu pop
immovable figurines
the best time to eat them
before the juice drips
down my arm
the best days
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