that last summer we cut
birch bark thin paper sails for
our walnut shell boats
painted them with zen poems
dropped boats off the bridge into
the stream playing “Pooh Sticks”
our muddy sneakers squished
along the bank where green snakes
loitered on rocks in the sun
we waved goodbye
to our vanishing child poems
sending them out to sea
-Carole Johnston
So good. Dredges up so much in the reader through implication.
Oh, Mrs. J. I just sighed. This is too lovely.
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