Summer Day

Aleesha Harris

Worn brown sandals
age in the sun.
Tiny ants scurry
on a busy agenda.
All alone, a young girl sits.
Pondering the imponderable.
Sun-baked skin and cement
lay bare and exposed.
Melding together in a
sun-ripened pose.
Thoughts swirl around in a
warm breeze of emotions.
All testaments to the fact
this is another token…
summer day.