The best summer, or when people stepped out onto the scene.

It was like I had been indoors too long
at the bottom of a well.
The Sun choked me, hit me in the chest
and on occasion, warmed me from the inside
Days of excruciating beauty were segmented with
random bouts of panic
Ending with a silent scream in the corner
of a shady room.
The leaves then, did start to fall.
And I witnessed the world from a balloon
sometimes from space
I told her I was flags blowing around in the wind
and that she was a flame thrower
She would burn me up, given half a chance.
I was sick, but not terminal
and I saw everything in color starting
then, in the summer.