Prodigal Summer

Prodigal Summer With bated breath, we wait at dark,Excitement brewing like a spark.The countdown begins: 3, 2, 1…Prodigal summer has begun. Electricity splits the sky,We scatter fast as shadows fly.Through darkened yards, we laugh and run…Prodigal summer has begun. Behind the shed, I crouch down low;They call me out—I dash and go.I kick the canContinue reading “Prodigal Summer”