Waiting for Summer

Empty
A beach side restaurant in winter
cold sand blowing against the taped windows
reeds rustling, dry and crackly.
Deserted
Amusement park rides on the boardwalk
their light frames creaking in the wind
seats waiting patiently for the coming swarm.
Waiting,
as I wait.
Not for the crowd of loud teenagers with burnt shoulders and noses,
not for the giggling families gathered together for a sandy picnic,
not for the old couple holding hands over glasses of sweet tea,
but for Life.
A single life
To walk along my deserted beach
To sit in my empty restaurant
To fill the streets of my desolate town
Waiting
for
Summer