July talks less now,
Ever since the rain left.
The sky is dry and coughs out clouds now and again
And my lips are cracked and dry but I manage to cough out feeble apologies.
My roller skates hit every crack in the sidewalk,
I hit the snooze button every 10 minutes.
It's 8 a.m. and the sun is out but my eyes can't stay open long enough to push
the curtains back.
The grass here is brown, but at least the sun shines.
The air is thick but there are patches of clovers in the corners.
I have my bad days, but I am happy.
-- Megan W., 16