Summer Ends

The end of summer is a yellow school bus

careening around a corner

on a crisp September morning.

Although they tried to hold on,

my hopeful summer sandcastles

were carried out to sea

by the machinery of fall,

and backpacks of resignation.

Now that it is gone,

my new curriculum is pants

and long-sleeve shirts;

and though I’m long out of school–

it still hurts.


Doug Macomber