
counted the car
ride in half watermelons,
spun circles
in the green grass,
skinned knees,
trailed fingers
in the river muddy
where fish swam
beneath the reflection;
blew bubbles
by the fireside,
wore buckets on our heads,
and tried to crush pop cans
with all of our might.
camping. 1984.
A.
2 comments:
LOve the old photo, and how youe describe it makes me feek like I am there. so cool!
love that photo. Love this post. Very beautiful...
Michelle
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