the gap in your tooth
and the band in your hair
stick out in my memory like
the smell of the first time
we held hands and your feet kissed
the edge of the stream
the sun kissed the back of my neck
i saw the shadow of yesterday in
the june of your eyes
reaping dandelion weeds
a cicada shelter
a gardeners worst nightmare
yellow school bus
and you in your white jumper
the sweet wheat grass
and the Crickets
chirp trick jumping
intimate grass touching
with the help of the breeze
its funny how the rain
melts the walls
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