• Jan Avellana

when summer comes

Updated: Apr 5, 2019

when summer comes, the water —-velvety and thick—- will be there to greet you, lapping at your toes, licking you with the soft caress of a puppy’s tongue and the days will spread out—- long and wide, a buffet of hours, dripping, spilling over and there will be so many yesses to say, and memories to make and big gulps of joy to swallow, seed, pulp and rind, when summer comes.

~ j. avellana


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