Nostalgia In Summer

I walk out of the plane
Boarding train
After train
Waiting to see
Who I always see
About every four years
They greet me at the station
As we drive
Past fields
And factory
To the vineyard green
Up to their house
Where bike racing is watched
On the television
And stories are shared
Over beautiful spreads
My cousins come
And we play in the grass
Hitting nasty June bugs
With badminton rackets
And going after
Lizards and moths
In the morning
We go to the lake
The famous one
And we fight
Throwing mud
Then we ride back
On bikes
To the house
Even as
I walk back
Onto the plane
The memories play
Only the good ones
Not the bad ones

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