No swing set is off limits.
No water too deep, or too cold,
to dip your toes.

A handful of wet sand
just to squish
and watch
dribble through your fingers.

I'd keep hunting all **** day
for a couple of perfect skipping stones.
Prodding and peering along
the well-trodden forest floor,
limbs and boughs and leaves all
rushing in the blustery day.



Catching your smiling eyes
with mine, frozen in time.

****** our way through
a twelve pack of bottled water.

Left their crunchy carcasses
right on the floor.

Sleep is important,
sometimes.

Sometimes
it doesn't matter so much,
sometimes.

Sometimes wakefulness
is just as important.

Sometimes you get more
from tossing and turning,

together.

Not always.
But, sometimes.

Just
sometimes.