Turn My Head With Talk of Summertime

Collecting strange books once again
forces me to transition mindsets
-School is a good thing. Really.-
And the summer has been so perfect
that my imagination is throwing a tantrum
in the middle of the parking lot
because she doesn't want
to get in the van and go.
All-out, all the screams and squeals
until some other part of me is afraid
she'll break my neck
because of all the head-flinging.
The park was fun
and I hope heaven has sunny,
cool evenings naked,
novels-and-movies galore,
walks around the block at dusk.
She's climbing into the van,
growling and bruised.
Will it move before she's sat down and buckled up?