Zephir
contraposto
stand the memories in my mind
you
bent and waiving like Tibetan prayer flags
on a summer back porch
casting slow evening shadows
on two girls knees
one pair red around a bottle
half consumed
and her smile
and dollar bill stare
sought after by the other
and then she sits up to spit watermelon seeds
over the porch wall
they hit the sand and broken glass
but neither girl can hear the sound
the neighbors shout up and stop
me in the midst of that summer
and bring me back to
you
in the wind and sunlight
of the afternoon
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