Flip-flop newsletters drop swift kicks,
the boys all craved this majestic weather,
the summer peaked and the heat swam the rapids upstream,
through the foamy torrents all agreed to remain in denial,
her curves were developed on a sandbar,
her jaded pursuit was more than a culinary art,
the screen door closed as the sunlight walked out on the porch,
they dragged their feet languidly along the cedar planks,
the front porch swing was there waiting for them,
he collapsed onto that swing,
but she just kept her pace towards the fence-line,
and then jutted after the sky.
