Warm air -
The perfect temperature for
Short sleeves and bare feet -
Rustles tall green grass.
Clear skies glitter
With diamond-chip stars
Even as the sun
Dips its last
Down the horizon.
The last wafts of barbecue
And soda
Potato chips and
Homemade brownies
Fade in the breeze,
And as the moon creeps up
The summer perseids
Start to rain.
(60 words)
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