Labor Day

Photo by Adrian Paulino

Straddling the worlds
between summer and fall,
concrete 

still hot enough to melt toenail polish.
The siren song of splashing 

in tepid pools
reeking of chlorine
shrieking with the last laughter.
Smoke from the bar-b-que filling the air.
But barely felt on the morning air,
a hint 

of coolness,
crayons and construction paper 

scissors and glue
jumping into the aisles,
vying for attention.
Calendars 

filling

countdowns 

beginning
as summer 

slips 

gently 

through the gathering cobwebs
between the skeleton ribs.
Seasons 

slide away
And turning to look
into eyes 

level 

with mine,
I see 

light 

in the tunnel
and pray 

I am moving

 the same direction
as the train 

of time.