Thursday, August 26, 2021

When It Was Still New


Late August evening light
gilded green leaves
scattered shifting patterns
in the grass cool shade

Gentle hands push
hair from a smooth tanned cheek
lips brush lips
eyes open met in smiles

A haze of golden light
around the old gravel road 
through the high shining grass
even midges, mosquitos, gnats 
shone ethereal

In among the small thick trees
ignored by property lines
the small brown wooden house
the neighborhood children built
of scraps

They once held hands
smooth and warm with sweat
smelling of sunscreen and lotion
when it was still new to love


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