a hot summer’s day just like any other 

our popsicles drip on the burning pavement 

a light breeze sways the yellow grass 

kids run past, not assumed to be the last

playful shoves and games of tag

whirring ACs, popping bubbles 

the vivid streetlights surrounding us brighten, 

right as the calm sky dims

the clouds carry a pastel pink hue, bright and fair 

the smell of smoke from a nearby barbecue fills the air

these things can happen any day

perfectly mundane in their own distinct way

so, why now?

these moments are like dreams

ones you wouldn’t hope for till you go back to sleep

with the warm palette of summer passing by

what more should be seen by the eye?

sitting on the burning pavement we rest on today 

you just have to ask, what end is there to May?

looking back on this glaring hot day, we know there will always be another 

but it was never just like any other