Saturday 4:30

Skateboard clacks by on dry pavement.
Boys on bicycles and boys running, calling to each other in the street.
Lawnmower coughs then thrums next door.
Sun coruscates through the blinds;
Leafy shadows on the comforter.
Stiff cotton sheets replace snuggly flannels.
Stretching my toes way out, I can almost
Touch the amiable space your body made
On afternoons like this.


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