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
Only
Nostalgia

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