Beached canoe on lakeshore edge
missing its tousled little lass
two babies lay in those bulrushes
near McDonald’s mid-stream rocks
swallowtails, checkerspots loop by
captured once with childhood hands
rambunctious wildflower bunches
offerings of a small boy’s love
big-rock play springs to life
with hide-and-seek theater
campfire moments toasted well
in magic light of shooting stars
I touch initialed crayon marks
cabin ghosts of growing children
the present resides now in the past
with long dimensions of remembrance.
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