Simple Pleasures
Simple Pleasures
© Ben Burton 4-7-2015
Remember when
In the heat of summer
Daddy would come home
And bark the delightful order
"Put on your bathing suits"
While he hooked up the hose pipe
To the front yard spigot
Streaking into your bedroom
Getting naked, giggling, nervous
Stumbling all about the hardwood
Trying to get your foot
Into the leg hole
Laughing at your ineptitude
Then, finally, wising up
Sitting on the bed
To finish the job
From outside, a yell
"Better get a move on
We don't have all day"
A rush of excitement
Running to the front door and
Stopping to gaze
At the coiled, green serpent
Spraying goose-bumps water
That you dread
And want as bad as anything
Slowly, descending the steps
Eyes locked on the hose-slinger
Who seems not to notice
As he mist-sprays a shrub
Then darting, defiantly, across the lawn
And coming to a halt
Bone dry, but for a few beads of sweat
"I'm too fast for you, Daddy"
Silence from the weapon wielder
Seemingly oblivious to your presence
Another sprint, a sudden turn
The full force of a blast to your torso
Evoking a scream
Of agony and exhilaration
Lasting but twenty minutes
Of a July afternoon
Yet, creating
An irrevocable childhood memory
Life's simple pleasures
Still the best
Copyright © Ben Burton | Year Posted 2015
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