I wish I was laying on a bed of tall grass under a weeping willow tree. I wish I could feel the tickles of wondering bugs on my sticky skin as the sun beams through the shifting leaves. My hair would be wild and undone as I wear my white gown that hugs my body. I would hear the sharp and distant sounds of birds singing, trees swaying and creatures talking. My heart would thump loudly, so loud I could feel it against my bare chest. Loud and fast as I let it burst into a million pieces scarring across my still body.
Summer poem
Written during last week's great weather by our Syracuse intern, Lucy Farrell.
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