Sillypants

By Dan Steele

there were things we did
in the days of the comet
we ran under the storm of rocks
in wet grass
and slid onto benches, and sitting upon it
with long hair of younger days
there are things we’ll do, I promise
on beaches nowhere near here
and songs that we’ll hear, dance, sway
as palmettos grow sweet fruit
and we linger at [...]