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.