Wind pours through the trees: a
giant bag of rice pours onto a table
Eyes closed. I can see the inlet where soft white sailboats
swim like fish on the surface of the bay.
Eyes closed. Light, yellow-gold behind the grey as fluttering wings fly by.
Soft purple; the crash as a child falls into water, capturing weight with laughter.
Soft purple; the crash as a child falls into water, capturing weight with laughter.
Bright red swim trunks.
Green, windy leaves pour like rice so
loud and soothing.
Eyes closed.
Ice blue water moves like an
electric jigsaw puzzle with pieces arranging re-arranging each time dunk, dive and shimmer.
Grandpa walks backwards
–unsuspecting-next to the pool with 3-year-old grandbaby girl and boy pink & yellow swimmies on biceps:
“where am I going?” hee hee‼!
where am I going? Hee hee hee‼!
They push him in the deep end! he cries and feigns distress,
“you pushed me in!”
Surprise! Surprise!
Bursting, bubbling-baby laughter for the
silly surprise!
Imprinted on their memory that day.
That time on Shelter Island.
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