The Weight of Water #5
Sun glistens on your skin
as you squeal and shiver
from the tickle of a sprinkler
in your fenced-in back yard.
Your bright red hair
and Spiderman shorts
are soaked and dripping everywhere.
All you want is to show me how fun it is.
All you want is more.
And I remember being five like this
in a yard now fuzzed by memory
way back when a sprinkler in summer
was enough to drown out everything.
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The simplicity of being a child and the wonder of watching them grow. I like how you set the scene and build into that reminiscent truth.
Ah, those sprinkler days! Thanks for the memories.
This is really nice. I like this series of water-related poems you seem to be working on.
You made a splash with this one.
Great fuzzed by memory poem!
Love the repetition of “all you want” — so right for a five-year-old’s totallizing take on the world. Also esp. like “tickle of a sprinkler.”
I like your closing
Another great write, Eric.
The simplicity of 5 years old.