August

August 1, 2014 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

A Child's CalendarBy John Updike
A Child’s Calendar

The sprinkler twirls.
The summer wanes.
The pavement wears
Popsicle stains.

The playground grass
Is worn to dust.
The weary swings
Creak, creak with rust.

The trees are bored
With being green.
Some people leave
The local scene

And go to seaside
Bungalows
And take off nearly
All their clothes.

A Child’s Calendar: John Updike’s Little-Known Vintage Book, Updated to Celebrate Diversity

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