In our sixth Summer
Michael Robinson and I
hid in grass fields
ate wild crab apples
beat flat tall reeds
played they were nests
broke open milkweed pods
scattered the seeds
looked for ancient arrow heads
shit in the weeds
(yelled for our moms
when we couldn't find leaves)
trapped quick brown garters
slept in the sun
and when daylight was done
we caught lightning bugs
and that was enough.
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You are in an amazing writing space. Everything is very good.
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