Geraldine Connolly Poems
|2.||Procession Of All Souls||4/11/2012|
|3.||In Praise Of Dawn||4/11/2012|
|4.||To A Joshua Tree||4/11/2012|
|6.||Why I Was Sent To Boarding School||4/11/2012|
|7.||The Entropy Of Pleasure||4/11/2012|
|10.||The Summer I Was Sixteen||1/13/2003|
The Summer I Was Sixteen
The turquoise pool rose up to meet us,
its slide a silver afterthought down which
we plunged, screaming, into a mirage of bubbles.
We did not exist beyond the gaze of a boy.
Shaking water off our limbs, we lifted
up from ladder rungs across the fern-cool
lip of rim. Afternoon. Oiled and sated,
we sunbathed, rose and paraded the concrete,
danced to the low beat of "Duke of Earl".
Past cherry colas, hot-dogs, Dreamsicles,
we came to the counter where bees staggered
into root beer cups and drowned. We gobbled
cotton candy torches, sweet as furtive ...