OUR SWIM IN SUMMER

We spun in circles in the warm water,
again and again, until my legs burned,
and we laughed, and I jumped higher
for them, until they giggled more.

Wyoming wind blew grey clouds our
way, streaked with rain but no rain fell,
just dry heat flush with our cheeks
and arms and legs that were bare and wet.

The heat never abated, and we swirled
in the water and played basketball, and
the ball doused our faces and smiles,
and I kept the ball from them for a time.

We came home to hot dogs and potato
salad and Quinoa with beans and spice,
and later we had ice cream, Rocky Road
and Vanilla Cherry, all such sweetness.