Fidalgo Island at Fifteen

Trespassing the golf course
in early morning hours,
sprinklers surprised them
with a warm cold soaking.

Hand and hand they laughed
and hopscotched puddles,
returning to the safety
of his secret sanctuary—

while
her father watched the clock
and chain-smoked on the porch,
their weather-making universe

was
dripping
down
the
windows.

 

Selected for Poetry Corners, 2013.  This annual event celebrated National Poetry Month, and was sponsored by the Bainbridge Island Arts and Humanities Council.  The theme was mischief.

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