|A Parade Dance because Dreams in Winter become the Life of Summer|
She was parade dancing
in ironed hair and a 20s gown
sequence lining her spinning body.
The rays of sun got caught in her hands
and spun with her.
Carefree childish eyes
squished tight in the euphoric expression “a thread of heaven.”
The sprinklers went off behind her
like mercury fireworks that stained the sidewalks
and turned the grass neon.
Her bare feet shuffled on the searing street.
“I guess it’s safe to say
you’re enjoying your summer?” I said,
as she stopped spinning but kept wobbling.
“I’ha luva it.” She said with a teethy smile.
We put out backs against the dirt
and made stories out of the clouds.
“See that cloud?
Straight up, It looks like a pony.”
and the one to its left looks like Charlie Brown.”
“Ha ha ha. It does.
Maybe he’s running from the Pony.”
“Maybe he’s running with the pony?”
We let our imaginations flow…
till the sky turned purple and orange
till the grass became grey
till the wind picked up some dust and blew over us
till the head lights turned on
till our shadows took over the lawn and everything was night.
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