saint and sailor...summers reminiscing...

freckled summers:
turning stones
blackberries staining fingers and lips
firefly rings
exploring cupboards and jars
filled by the world before me;

chapped lips and skinned knees
blanket forts and paper planes
hiding behind cottonwood trees 
dreaming of whales and galaxies;  

blue calico curtains, edges frayed
old ghosts
someone to read with
secret treasures and whispering secrets;

the scent of cornfields in late summer(always)
walking the creek bed
taking minnows for goldfish
believing the world an ocean

the brown car, the red car,
the Cadillac.

a garden of my own 
these forests.