rc cola cola cola
bottle cap snapping
ice cube cracking
cola cola
fizzing, frothing
cola cola
I see bubbles
winking blinking
rainbow edged
and edging, on the bottle beading
coolness gliding down the glass adown
down a summer movie pass light violet or
are you still reading that paperback book
from the school book fair and crossing the
moat of words or sliding anywhere
on a slip n' slide
hillside
cloverbee backyard
its holiday holiday hula hooped blue or green and
roses fried by the afternoon
(pre-Chicken dinner) as
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we're dripping from the plastic pool
or on the grass side slipping
cola cola sipping
screen door nipping
little dog tripping over
frothing over
shaken too hard
and lauging laughing in the yard till
your sides hurt and
peach bright ice cream turning turning
crowned with vanilla nostalgic
yearning for
cola cola floats and I'm floating
back on the tide of it all
much later though it's only april
by the wall calender
and pale green now in the parks
I could see your vintage summer lanterns swinging
in the dark
no need to turn the kitchen light on.
mary angela douglas 17 april 2015
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