Dock Start


There was a time,

August morning,

Parents away.

We crossed the winding asphalt road,

Descended miniature switchbacks

In the dirt,

To the dock.

And they wore pink swimsuits,

Grabbed their life jackets,

Tossed haphazardly on the hot wood.

And I said yes to their bold request,

Then sat in the bow of the docked boat,

Watching them jump,






1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. Grandma S.
    Sep 24, 2014 @ 06:21:24

    Great memories.


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