The Last Day of Summer

If I could suspend the summer in midair, I would hold on to brand new shin guards for soccer camp.




I would freeze frame Avalon Freeze.




I would bottle the ocean breeze.




And take a still photo of rope swings over the dark waters of Ricker Pond.




I would preserve my niece's blond hair and my nephew's blue eyes.




If I have to, I would glue the energy at the waterpark to the walls.




And freeze the conversations I had in my 24 hours in N.Y.C.




I would package up three flights to the border of Canada, fold in all the tubing, bald eagles, and smoothies.




I would record and save the cackles of little humans leaping into ponds.




And frame the view from on top of the world.




But most definitely, I would hold on to this day for the middle of winter when we're all covered in creosote from the woodstove.