Remember how we’d pick the sunniest day
and wait until after lunch
when the grass had sunned enough to be warm.
We’d start at the base of the biggest tree,
lay on our sides,
stretch our lean bodies and scream as we rolled,
mowing over dandelions and Johnny Jump Ups.
We’d make crooked zigzags all the way down,
and for the length of the ride,
the world turned into a blur of puffy clouds and green grass.
We’d reach the bottom,
gasping and laughing.
We wouldn’t even brush off our knees
before we started back up again,
pumping skinny arms and legs to reach the top.
We didn’t have back packs,
or anything to slow us down.
We didn’t care if we had grass in our hair,
or stains on our shorts,
or dirt under our stubby fingernails.
We didn’t have bruised egos,
scars where hearts had healed,
fears about whether we’d be loved,
or the vaguest notion we’d ever be alone.
Our thoughts were consumed with the best flavor of snow cone,
whether Leif Garrett had a girlfriend,
if we might some day name a star,
or whether your mom would notice that you hadn’t finished the dusting,
or mine would notice that the dishwasher hadn’t been unloaded.
Meet Me There
I’ll meet you there tomorrow.
I’ll be in cut-offs.
I won’t have washed my hair and
I won’t be wearing makeup or sunscreen.
If you sneak up on me, I might be whistling.
I’m leaving my purse at home.
I won’t have a cell phone, a day planner or a watch.
I won’t have to be some where in 20 minutes.
If you sneak up on me, I might be sitting cross-legged.
I’ll ask you what your favorite color is.
You’ll ask me who my favorite singer is.
I’ll remember that you don’t like ice cream.
You’ll remember that I like to dip fries in vanilla malt.
If you ask me how my kids are,
I might pretend that I don’t have any…
just for an afternoon.
If you ask me how my love-life is,
I’ll tell you I love daisies and chickadees and malted milk balls.
If you want to talk of your failed marriage,
I’ll give you a hug and ask if you want to race down the hill.
If you tell me you’ve been feeling blue,
I’ll tell you that I named a star after you.
We know all about each others’ hurts and bruises.
We’ve spent hours comforting, sorting and fixing.
Tomorrow, let’s meet again.
Let’s leave all our stuff behind.
If you get there first, I’ll sneak up on you,
and surprise you with a daisy.
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