David Whalen - Root Beer Float Afternoon

It was one of those
kind of afternoons
When ball games were heard
From open windows

And houses had porches
And porches had swings
Where voices murmured softly
Into velvet humidity

It was the most precious of things
In the most treasured of times
It was a root beer float…
Kind of afternoon

David Whalen

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