& these are the mornings,
yes,
these are the morning-afternoons
when the bright tumbling
sunshine(shhhh-ine)
calls me
out (outout)
to baptise my feet in
wholly
chlorine water (a little too cold to swim yet)
in the sun
until my feet
just
freckle themselves into some
semi-tan
(it seems so strange to contain such a may day in
words;
it crashes in beaming bursting barely broken & unbound)
these are the days—
yes,
these are the days.