Ocean waves pounding on the shore,
Overlaid with a chirping chorus of cicadas.
The scent of honeysuckle and sea salt
Intermingle and hang heavy in the air.
Lighting bugs skim the grass that
Tickles bare, sun-browned feet.
Tomato-red sunburns warm the body from within,
As ocean breezes cool from without.
Ice cream, sweet and soft, melts on tongues
And drips on cutoff shorts.
The delighted squeals of children echo
Late into the dark, warm
Summer nights.



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