Slip by

Sandals, the grass
Top of a towel
A slight grin
Summer’s presence is season

Beautiful figures slip by,
My eyes covered by shades
Hahahaha
They don’t notice my eyes

To dream, to conjure
This will of perfection
Summer reached, no more inspections
So we dream big, call it inception

Celebrate two glasses,
Pinky half raised to the sky,
The classy thing to do,
Party, to school we wave goodbyes