Summer days magnify my flaws.
Under the hot sun I feel hair vapors,
Flitting across my face like grasshoppers in the night.
Children frighten me.
Honesty that I would not be willing to take,
Once it turned against me
Force me to be aware of the problems with my own.
Being much older than they are you would think I know better,
But I don’t.
Pretty faces of innocent kids,
In my mind their faces morph in to mine
Until we are merged.
Perfect features with damaged goods
Damaged goods with perfect features
Melting together under the sun.

Summer darkness
Hides my imperfections
Covering my body in a fog.
It makes me laugh to know,
That under the light of but one firefly
They don’t show
I hear my voice but can’t see my hands
They can see my shadow
But not the seams of imperfection that are sewn
No more children to be compared to
No more adults staring at me in the sun
A moment of clear skin
A temptation for it to last a lifetime
Momentary end of the feel
Of hair vapors on my naked flesh
Time well spent in luxuriating in the absence
Of a life lived in consciousness.