Summer Poem
to call it back, to fold that memory
up like a picnic blanket
& carry it home full
of sand, cracker crumbs & sticky
with red Hi-C. Summer days
sun-stunned lake lovers we
waited dutifully 30 minutes
after eating -- salami sandwiches
crinkled chips, two dark purple
little plums each -- to charge back
into chill flat water gleaming like
a tarnished tea service tray
this dream of those days slathered
in CopperTone come what may.
