She wants to feel the summertime again,
To know the touch of hopefulness and joy;
She wants someone to love the girl she was
And is, within the shadows of her room
along the lake, hair glimmering and wet,
a bright new swimsuit, laughing friends in tow,
with music from a boombox on the shore
and dancing on boy’s shoulders into night
the towel-drying, and the backward glance,
the brothers from across the lake who wave
as they go down the road towards their house
and one of whom she thinks she kind of likes —
She turns to see what time it is again.
It’s barely two o’clock, and she’s awake,
And full of something like what was a dream
That just slipped through her mind, like sudden breeze
But wait, was there, like, sunlight on a lake?
And something smelled like coconut, she thinks;
She hears Pandora play a Frampton song,
And drifts back into something close to sleep
She wants to feel the summertime again.
She wants to be alive, and full, and free —
But there, within the shadows of her room,
She knows: even the old pictures
Are filtered
