Summer Will Never End

Summer Will Never End
© Surazeus
2016 05 17

I grip handlebars of my bike
and pump pedals with all my might.
I race up the hill toward the church
and spin wheels toward the morning light.
I ride around town with my friend,
hoping summer will never end.

I race with David down the road
on the college campus to ride.
We climb high the library wall
then drink cold root beers side by side.
I explore campus with my friend,
hoping summer will never end.

I sit at the library desk,
read the Hobbit all afternoon,
gone with the wizard on a quest,
and chant tales under the gold moon.
I walk Middle-Earth with my friend,
hoping summer will never end.

I ride my pony with a bow,
who gallops in the Texas heat.
I sing for Brenda by the door
who invites me in for a seat.
I sing in Texas for my friend,
hoping summer will never end.

Leaving heat of Texas behind,
we return home to Oregon.
We all ride in the pickup truck
up Colorado mountain road.
I wave good-bye to my old friend,
hoping summer will never end.

Inventing new language and world,
at sprawling university,
I draw Takoma Mountain peak,
and study spells of poetry.
I think about my long lost friend,
hoping summer will never end.

Playing guitar on city streets,
I hitchhike far across this land.
I chant the history of the world
and beam galaxies from my hand.
I forget about my old friend,
hoping summer will never end.

I search for David on FaceBook,
remembering Texas afternoons.
He gassed himself inside his truck
more than twenty-five years before.
I stare at picture of my friend,
hoping summer will never end.