TO FEEL SUMMER AGAIN

A butterfly
ready to dry its wings

A drive
across the country
To feel summer again

Trapped in a cocoon
The need
To feel summer again

Wanting what was left in place
In place for a reason,
memories
Gliding under trees
Diving into dirty water
Kissed cheeks

Was I looking at you
“What do you see?”
“Love.
In your eyes.”

Or making those eyes
at the sun
for setting

S. L. Cottle