Last Day of Summer
By: Sachi Dixit
The air still feels warm
but something feels different.
The sun hangs lower,
like it knows it’s time to go.
Our bikes rest in the grass,
helmets tossed to the side.
We talk about nothing,
trying not to count the hours.
The playground is quieter now.
Even our laughter sounds softer,
floating up into the sky
turning pink and gold.
Phones buzz.
Parents calling us home.
Tomorrow there are alarms,
backpacks, early mornings.
But tonight,
we stay a little longer.
Holding onto the last piece of freedom
before summer slips away.
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