I threw my childhood bones
in your incinerator.
You lured my younger years
with melted sweets,
and cannonballs
that emptied out the pool.
You were a shimmer, Summer,
a mirage of days to play
in endless heat. My feet
were bare, I didn’t care
if streets were cooking
off my skin. I was a sacrifice,
a holocaust. Those years are lost.
No tears can bring them back again.
published in Sonnets to Sing
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