Summer Swelter Think not of Summer as a simple season but months to learn with every splash and squeal; Minds undulating, knowing not the reason. we lose ourselves, forgetting truths too real. Our pores pool sweat to wash away our salty sins of hands with fingers locked by false forever, of faces red from rays revealing fears within, of barefoot soles for walking on together. As Summer calls, we free our beachy hair and spirits too to clear a conscience filled with silent sorrow that winter’s tempests bitter feelings brew for August always has a bright tomorrow. Think not of Summer’s people, plans, or place but pain of joy and joy of pain we face. Rebecca Samuelson ’13
6 Pillars of Salt
