September 19, 2006


In the bottom drawer
of my dresser,
buried under
forgotten souvenir T-shirts,

there is a photograph,
a snapshot
of happiness
in primary colors.

It was taken
the day of the red beach ball,
and the red swimming trunks,
and our lips after cherry ices,

the day of the unbearably blue sky,
and the blue beach bag,
and your eyes,

the day of the yellow blanket,
and the striped umbrella,
and our Technicolor sunburns,

Sometimes, when there isn't enough color,
I look at it
to remind myself that

I plunged
into a shining, silver lake
and came up laughing,
the water sluicing lovingly
down my hair,
gathering into tiny,
on my skin.

Spring 2006.

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