🚀 go-pugleaf

July 31
by NancyGene

The grass is brown and the flowers are dying--
the heat is more than they were meant to grow in.
Backpacks are bought, new clothes tried,
car rider lines form, school traffic surges,
but it’s all in my head or the headlines.

I am out of school, I have no home,
I have no young, I have grown old,
but there are thoughts of how it used to be
or how I knew I wanted it to be, 
but never quite got the perfect breaks.

It is naught but the end of a month now,
and I will mark nothing in the days to come:
there will be no bells and no books,
and start and release times are just reminders
to slow down and look for the child I used to be.