"Flip flops chase raindrops..."

Flip flops

chase raindrops.

The summer is fading.

I’m soaking

it in -

the sweat on the skin,

the smoking

pavement,

turning jet black,

the warble

of robins

deep in the woods,

the bobbing

kayak,

rocks underfoot,

and her on my back,

fresh out of the water

(fish out of water?)

pulled at the root.

“Find flat ones for skipping.”

Small stones flying past.

It feels like she’s slipping

out of my grasp.