Archive-name: Poetry/frolic

Archive-author: Ariel Witch

Archive-title: Frolic



 All today

 I was child

 in the thought of you.

 I climbed a tree

 and read all the names

 carved on it.

 I watched a couple

 making lazy love

 in the bushes,



 and children

 racing through

 the dusty heaps of leaves.

 We could have had

 a picnic here,

 you and I,

 and spent hours

 climbing trees,

 carving our initials

 and making love

 in the dusty leaves.



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