when summer fades

when summer fades
it takes the truest part of me:
a child who sleeps with the window open
and his t-shirt off;
who stares at the stars
without knowing which ones they are;
a child who eats 
open-faced peanut butter sandwiches
washed down with instant iced tea.

now all I have are rusty memories
of the summers I have known

but I am grateful
and I am busy imagining
the possible summers to come