Sigh for the end of summer

I wrote and posted this on the last day of The May Day Poetry Project this year, but I think it bears reposting here to herald the end of summer. It takes on a few new meanings at this time of year.

The poem's a bit of a short-liner, which I don't always like, but I thought it worked here.

Onward, and see you in school.

Petering Out

Going out, like Peter, humbly,

not exactly petrified but

stone-faced at least,

solemn as the spring

drowns in its sorrows

its lost weekends, its standing

pools filling with exponential eggs

hatching bloodlust.

I prepare to be drained,

upside-down,

pained,

undone

by decadent caesars

and not enough summer

to avoid knowing

how it ends.

[caption id="" align="aligncenter" width="450" caption="I sure hope I'm not late for my first class."] Saint Peter [/caption]