walking on poprocks, berry blue sparks in the concrete

fragments of camp like a kaleidescope in an orange slice

searching for a summer sun as it slips across the ice

hazy mesh and flowing fabric, flowers growing over my shoulder

skipping stones on liquid light, crows and seagulls squabbling over corn chips

hollow tapping on a brick wall between the ivy

paint across cheeks and knobby knees

musty clothes left with whisps of perfume

leather jeans on cordouroy jumpers

sticky strawberry fingers in curly brown hair

guitar unplayed, fingers laced

cherry red kisses in the back seat of a car

crescent moon smiles and idle whispers in a sunlight room

airplanes in the sky above my outstretched hand