Moving but not quite ready to move on,

Another item ticked off a list that grows long,

Building up intensity, settling inside of me,

All to get back to a place in the summer where I belong. 

A short ramble, a few strings of words,

Unlikely to ever be seen or heard,

Just enough to vent some frustration,

At this ever growing anticipation. 

But deep down I love it, the busy and the build,

For the calm in one evening where even the world seems still,

So here’s to anticipation, ready for the summer,

Where the days are longer, I feel a tad stronger and really… it’s a whole lot funner. 

(Apologies – I’m not sure this made any sense!)


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