poetic farewell to summer

I Know I Am But Summer To Your Heart
by Edna St. Vincent Millay 

I know I am but summer to your heart,

And not the full four seasons of the year;

And you must welcome from another part

Such noble moods as are not mine, my dear.

No gracious weight of golden fruits to sell

Have I, nor any wise and wintry thing;

And I have loved you all too long and well

To carry still the high sweet breast of Spring.

Wherefore I say: O love, as summer goes,

I must be gone, steal forth with silent drums,

That you may hail anew the bird and rose

When I come back to you, as summer comes.

Else will you seek, at some not distant time,

Even your summer in another clime

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Fashion baby wears pink pants

10 am in motel.
She opens her eyes and stares.
Takes a shower, packs her stuff and cleans up the place.
Her hair is a mess, but could she care any less.
She grabs her acid pink pants from the chair.
11 am
Sun is in the sky. she needs a cigarette pack.
She goes to the gas station and to the nearest place.
Could I get a cup of coffee?, she asks.
Well miss we serve only Newspapers, caffeine and the snacks, old waiter tells.
12 am
As she says goodbye, from the bar he asks:
What has brought you here my dear?
I am a vagabond, she says.
“Road trip is a hell of a place for a girl with so many bags”

Fashion baby is a vagabond.
And she has very beautiful mind.

3 am
She opens her eyes and stares. Turns the light on to dress.
This ain’t a motel, she states. Just good old place and brand new pink pants on the chair.

Fashion baby is a dreamer.
And she has very beautiful mind.

p.s. this is funny fashion poem I wrote yesterday. And it's about my crush on pink jeans lately. Jeans included in collage are Silence & Noise skinny jeans from Urban Outfitters, ankle acid pink jeans from Insight Denim, Topshop knee shorts and CTRL acid red jeans.