sewell

there i sat, beneath the weeping willow,

with the sunlight shining onto my not yet tan skin,

today is the day i will live outside.

the rushing of the river beneath the concreted walls,

you could hear its whispers of cold joy,

the leaps from the edge, the submerging of heads,

this is what the natives live for.

surfboards, long boards,

slacklines, hammocks,

bikinis and board shorts,

laughter and music,

hoes and dude bros,

scattered around in the grass--

the sun begged us all to this one place,

on the perfect day.

and tommorrow will bring on papers,

maybe even snow, in this texas heat,

and class, yes that dreaded thing that steals our attentions.

but forever will the snapshots remain, of that perfect gathering

of every person, on that grassy hill.