Summer's Cut Grass

How strong I can recall

Summer’s cut grass

Damp from the thick

Southern air

We danced with plastic castles

In our arms

Dodging sprinklers

In neighbors’ yards

A child’s bliss

Ignoring calls

Of supper and setting suns

We ran on

Wet concrete

Beneath my feet

Felt like sand

And salt marsh breeze

Wandered gentle

Through my hair

Not quite a beach

But nearly there

Then quietly

The whirr of mowers

Disappeared

Summer’s white noise

Cut from my ears

We ambled home

Tired in and out

Called back by good request

Of stomach’s pleading

And light’s arrest

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