summer '93

it's summer, clearly
we are three
of five,
seven, ten
and the water clear in the river

auntie's been cleaning out
the entire house

the laundry on the line
in the breeze

like happy ghosts,
covered in flies
and eager hands

and we're running,
running -
tangling ourselves in the sheets
rubbing grass stains all over
and it's the summer of '93
and we're three
of five,
seven, ten.

Poetry by muddy waters
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Written on 2006-05-16 at 10:30

Tags Summer  Children  Laundry 

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