Holler as you hop
down the hot wooden stairs that fall behind the house.
An oven breeze gives your dive extra push
off the dock
scattering ducks who came for left over sandwich bread
and old potato chips.
Later you can read or
watch the two year old watch the fish
who in turn watch him,
ready to race the ducks for a floating treat.
And at night
When its cool enough to sit outside,
Bug spray on your legs and dirt on your feet,
Crickets sing right to you,
The full moon leaves a sword on the water
And youd swear
that this is what beautiful is.
And I wish I was back
in the dirty city,
where people
Throw beer cans out their windows
And talk about whats on TV.
Because thats where you are.
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