In a season of sunlight, cold treats and the smell of chlorine attaching onto the legs of swimmers that willingly swim.
People committed to their ice pops and their sun tans, indulging in the friendly weather as they speed through roads in their designer cars— while blasting music for unnecessary attention.
Many, accompanying a crowd of sailors enjoying the entertainment for themselves, as they live their lives lavishly. Draining activities like vampires till it transitions to nothing but tastelessness. ————————— A secular season Worldly attracting pirates Wishing woe to them for their negligence.
No sign of hygienic safety in hoards. Hoards of people that account for parades.
What are they celebrating for? Their freedom and many other things Only paying attention to what is filling But not the main course?
A person in captivity Not free like everybody else. Noticing the bigger problem
Will not drown in the world but drown in their soberness. Because in their work they will find purpose.
The poem is written from the perspective of someone who cant enjoy the Summer for reasons of their own. In their time of captivity or isolation they ridicule those who have abandoned them that tend to their fun activities. But in the end they discover a bigger picture in that season.
Tone: Cynical to reflective Setting: Places in the Summer (pools and many more.) Theme: Discovering in isolation/realizing many things.