Anisa

14

The Blink of an Eye
It all happens with the blink of an eye.
This lazy time called summer.
You have to enjoy it,
Like there’s no tomorrow.
Kids sat on porches eating their color filled popsicles, probably packed with diabetes.
Clueless about the health facts, the children messily ate away.
Adults sat down talking, chuckling.
Teens attempted to tan in their yards.
Not one soul was seen working.
Unproductiveness is good.
It allows us to feel happy about ourselves when we
Are in fact productive!
I closed my eyes.
All the warmth, the smiles, the popsicles went away.
With the blink of an eye.