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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