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.
John Savoie teaches great books at Southern Illinois University, Edwardsville.