Ran aimless with Teresa May,
played behind zinc bath, punched rusty with holes,
hung on hook above pile of coal,
breathing stalled. Footfalls of red sandals
stole over back yard stones past the mangle,
always close to home.
I preferred being caught,
shelved hide and seek for “kiss and tell."
No one fell in love.
Cool lip taste of strawberry cream,
Neapolitan ice made every filling scream.
I was edgy, even then avoided shadows.
Trails we blazed? Half remembered scenes;
tugged at the edge of a monochrome dream.