NaPoWriMo 19: Wish Well

I can taste freedom on my lips.

It's sweet, like ice cream.

The sun smiles upon that day.

When I'll be free from it all.

I'll bow deeply in joy.

And wish well the rest of it.

Then run.

Sprint like there's no tomorrow.

Enjoy every last drop of rain.

And savor every laugh.

Record every piece of life.

Until it claims me again.

a.d. (summer joys)