Summer Lake

[strawhatted]

I hear
water dripping from
wet bodies
they leave the lake
Breath
still stumbling
splashing small feet
What a funny sound

I hear
breath
approching normality
as if sun convinces
to calm.
Warmth
on my skin
like sparkling cider

I hear
teeth scratching
over stone pits
flesh torn from body
Red
my only memory
of colour.
Is it a cherry ?
Eating them
on our porch
my childhood
spit, the joyful rain
Everywhere

I hear
talk and laughter
not too far away
Now they rest and sit.
Listening,
I am a part of it
I have answers
If I could only




He saw her sitting there
still staring in their direction
no movement in her face
as if something took
all of her concentration

She rose gently
her hand groping
for

A leash.
Her dog
his dark eyes
guided her
led her slowly
too slow
As if she could not
see