the tiger we were stalking walked on paper feet.

it's summer.
when we eat to much popsicles,
don't get enough sleep,
sit on haleys lawn and talk about nothing and everything,
chalk up a storm,
watch midnight movies,
camp,
never do our hair,
float down provo river,
have sleepovers and play nancy drew all night,
walk everywhere because none of us have money for gas,
roast hot dogs and marshmellows,
and just do nothing for three months.
its like school rehab.
and i've been counting down for months.
now, if the sun would just join us,
we could start the party.