One Summer

A hap hazardous

Conglomeration

Existing in bits and pieces

Of broken memory.

One in particular

The dock on a lake

One summer

A black

Tire tied to it -

Ropes on the posts

Sea-worn slats

Of pine

With whorls

And bleached sun

Each begging to break

With each begging footstep -

One -

The smell of pine

Two

And Salt

Three

And charcoal

Four

The sound of water crashing

Five

And fire crackling

Six

The look of a moon

And its pair

Rippling beneath

In the dark waters

Seven -

Of dawn breaking and the sky

Growing bright

Eight -

Melted, charred marshmallow

Goo on a stick -

Nine -

The look of her eyes

After squealing

Lovemaking in a tent

Ten -

A feeling at the edge -

Pink, sunburned feet

On the slippery,

Mildewed edge

In the chest in the lungs

In the inhale

Before the plunge.