Forty Years

‘That summer sojourn, / forty years gone’ /

Drawstrings dangled,
elastic held;
polished nails picked
at nubbled nylon.

We dove and split
the sunlit water
closing quick
as time behind us.

Good Humor dripped
manna for ants
wandering sere
and grainy sidewalks.

Dragonfly by day,
firefly by night,
we made our way
under watchful eyes.

That summer sojourn,
forty years gone,
just children then,
still children now.

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