memories, summer

all in the smell of just cut grass

A sensory rush stocked with the stuff of long-forgotten whims
A second to pause and hold onto the smell of summer and innocence
Rolling down grassy hills
Laying at the bottom, a jumble of limbs
And stupid silly giggles
Dress up play and make believe
Bicycles, grass stains, and skinned knees
Long warm days, staying out til dark
Hide-n-seek and Capture-the-flag
All in the smell of just cut grass

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