NOTE: If you haven't already read it, I would encourage you to read this:

http://www.youngwriterssociety.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=1377&start=0&postdays=0&postorder=asc&highlight=summer+aint+reality

before reading the following poem.



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second summer of everything

a new job by the ocean

you sell hotdogs to the tourists

while smiling at surfers



your buick looks lonely

in its faded burgundy

surrounded by white jeeps and 

million dollar cadillacs

in the beach parking lot



the cage is unlocked and

20 turns to 10.

you can hardly see the sun

that's painted in the west



they quickly whisper in your ear

what no southerner wants to hear



summer is not reality and

huge hotels and cadillacs

aren't worth chasing after.

you're an alabaman

too close to the ocean



and only we know know

the reality of summer