dirt on the welcome mat

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Sunburned feet sink

Into the stretchy black abyss,

Into the woods’ dark holes

Into the dark pond mud,

And slide across the cool concrete basement floor.

Then propelled by springs, flailing fingers reach

To the top of the sprinkler,

Into the popsicle box at the back of the freezer,

For the fireworks as they burst above the pond.


Crowded message boards fill

Three complicated stories of

Freshman girl gossip,

Loud music,

And me.

With a man cave of a lobby,

This scented

Breeding ground for texts,

Not the academic kind,

Will surely crumble

In the summertime silence.


One plastic red cup
Anchored down with water weight
Was our sun as we orbited
The splintered picnic table.

Dipping long paintbrushes
Into our pond water paint,
We like cavemen drew
Crude designs on rock canvases.


More smooth brown stones
In a basket of rusted wire
Waited to be turned miraculously
Into the object of our appetites

Some might say
Our soggy paintbrush strokes
Dragged across dirty stones
Vanished with the summer breeze,

But my fingertips absorbed each drop
Just before they blew away
And now, racing in streaks up my arms,
The droplets display their color.

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