2/21/16
On the first warm day we find a boy
cross-legged under the tallest pine in the park
and invite him to basketball.
We clear
leaves juice boxes
a strip of blue Trojan aluminum
from the court to play, soft wind
flipping my hem and hair, your collar,
real as touch.
I was kissed the first time
in this weather- unbelievable
warmth- and every future
unfolded in my mouth.
Not spring, but kisses now are laced.
We play. We know what's coming.
Love it, love the atmosphere you've created - evokes the newness, the hope, the growing - and the clearing away of the detritus from the past
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