One Poem by Matthew Allen

A Sunny Transition

In a circle that continues,
another cycle comes.
From white-brick walls
To open air and fields.
Water splashed from house to house,
People reveling in the freedom,
Exulting in everything.
With a boundless energy never abating
And nothing on our minds;
We shout
We sing
We dance
We play,
For summer's here
And there's only air;
Only air between us and an adventure.

{Poem by Matthew Allen}