The children jump up

with loud cheers as the surf is --


capturing their flag.

As playfully as

ever, he does his duty:


naughty boy Grandpa.

The polished dance floor

is completely clear, with ease --


I can run across.

Dive into this sea
rustle just like me!
Fumy foamy me
sloshing surging we
jingle jangle jee
fringle frangle free!

Flipper flopper flee
widdle waddle wee
sweeter tweeter tea
swopper sweeper ***
dive into this sea
rustle just like me!

People in wet coats

are avoiding the puddles --


but I just jump in!

With their breadcrumb hands

children taste the cake of sand --


with a little sea.

Humid air
middle of the summer
every dog and child happy to be outside
surrounded by hippies and
cheap speakers playing rock ‘n’ roll
along the river in front of us were small ferries
I can't remember what happened yesterday but
I recall the feeling of when I first saw you
turning around slowly to glance at
who I didn't know
will spend the rest of my life
dancing in back of my mind
there
was the woman whom I didn't know
will always I desire
the very, only wanted one
never will I ever have.

the colors were still bright
and i could hear the sun
and draw my deepest thoughts with chalk
i didn't want for anyone
hop-scotch on the driveway
chasing runaway ***** down the hill
hide-and-seek 'til we got called in for lunch
then right back outside to chase a thrill
the most i feared
in my younger years
was being kissed by bumble bees
mixing potions with the berries
we picked from climbing trees
if we missed a knot and skipped a step
a cartooned bandaid would pay our debt
or a push-pop from the freeze
we were reckless with our hearts
and our minds got off with ease
the worst of it
that we might get
was strawberries on our knees

As we know, people

like to play, preferably --


with favourite thoughts.

You like string music?
Wow, I do too,
In fact I used to play.

Do I miss playing?
Well of course I do,
I remorse everyday for my string wings,
And how they were taken from me.