Smells like summer
Smell of BBQ onions drift through the air.
A deck, a pretzel, a fold up chair.
Hops mist drifts off the first cracked beer.
Slides past willing lips, with no fear.
Late sunscreen hits a sunburnt face.
Someone sets a ridiculous drinking pace.
Giggles turn in laughs, laughs turn into good times.
Remembrance headache arrives just in time for the sunrise.
Deon Heemskerk 30-9-2011