Half a century past
summer meant water
swimming until
breathless nearly
on sandbars
Clouds of rain
warm rain enough
to play beneath
and chase down
muddy roads
The pools of water
drained off hi-ways
among the wild Iris
swimming alone bravely
meeting dragonflies
Like us all
I took it for granted
elixir of all life
it rolled so quickly
off our skin
now I wish it were here again.
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