One More Last Chance

We have one last chance at summer—
One more night to swim
Under the stars that tingle
The lake, most of them
Are dead already,
But their last light hasn't yet reached
The sands that burrow in
Under the waves.
They’re not ready yet to beach
Themselves, and not quite willing to admit
That the tables and worms have turned.
We have one last chance at summer,
And the question is:
Will we take it?

-jenn long