My "Last" Real Summer

My “Last” Real Summer

Lemonade sweet and tart,

Asphalt Warm and smooth,

I haven’t learned to be smart,

And I’m losing my last tooth.

I’ve just gone swimming,

Tasting cool hose water,

Bekah’s just gone running,

She’s her father's daughter.

My knees have scrapes,

Mom’s sure to be mad,

Sucking on frozen grapes,

How many jeans have I had?

Now they are cutoffs and short,

Just like my new hair,

My memory distorts,

Past summer’s halcyon flair.