In Praise of June 2
And doggy pools
that tempt 11 year olds
to come out and play
splash in the face
of Discord and Zelda.
You are still a puppy
but middle school masks
mistakes you seven years older
in dog years. Do you know
make-up runs in sprinklers?
Setting spray won’t hold
when blue popsicle smears
across your sunshine face.
Today we forget the dog days
of our pre-teen daughter
step-mother drama.
Today we laugh.
Run. Roll over. Stay.
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Very nice! I like the way this poem talks about what we think we know and how liberating it is to forget all that sometimes.
That third stanza is a showstopper. Great sounds and concept.
This was lovely!
love sunshine face! lovely
Lovely how “we” can not know what one doesn’t need to know yet!
Such joy in this poem just like a giddy bride to be!o