Sticky crayons melt rainbows on the splintered deck
as paper crowns circle our heads.
So sophisticatedly we sipped
red, blue, green
Kool-Aid with lazy bees
buzz buzz buzzing
round.
Grass-bitten toes dangle,
swinging free on a breeze
as we spoke in our
gently tumbling summer tongues.
We squinted against bursting sunbeams
and harsh forget-me-not skies.
Fattened paws grasped at elusive clouds,
childish laughs peppering the air.
Tireless,
fumbling
legs charge forward
hitting walls of breeze,
sweetly enfolding,
cradling our small bodies.
Band-aid knees bent,
pumping wooden swings to racing
towards the sky just to
drop
back humbly to kiss the ground.
A spot in time, dog-eared,
folded and refolded,
from visit after visit.
Hot dixie summers enveloped
in child memories. |
Submission Name: Aestas
