Royals Of Summer

We were the royals of Summer,
tanned nut-brown,
laying claim to kingdoms
made expansive with
the help of our imaginations:
concrete driveways
chalk-marked for hopscotch,
a government
proclaiming its own rules on
the unforgiving
blacktopped playgrounds,
seeding weed-
infested fields with bases for
evening whiffle ball.
Disputes adjudicated by
the lineage of
one’s age and growth spurt.
With no fear of
school, until dark declared
a temporary stay,
we imbued the shadows
with our majesty.
Claiming light’s abundance
as our realm,
we denied the possibility
of the classroom.
Royalty destined for a Fall.


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