ECHOES

Denial

While outside beckons

A shining sun

Within its cloudless folds

Within these confines

Of an urban store

A different tale is told

I try to hide

From all the racks

Of back-to-school clothes

I avert my glance

From pencils and bags

And the doom they propose

I grab some milk

Head out the door

Now off to buy ice cream

It may be a myth

But I won’t let go

Of my endless summer dream