Camp
Like you leaked into my childhood,
perhaps thats where you were.
It was a summer meant for
rainbows,
instead stars fell on
grass and our scaled flesh;
we said "hello".
Bliss thought our fingers
would curb to fossils,
locked together beyond the dirt, trapped in
memory
Copyright © Jennifer Ratcliffe | Year Posted 2011
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