Underpants suffice in the
absence of swimming suit.
Flooded trailer park rings
with childshouts,
and a great slobbering St. Bernard adds to the squealing frenzy.
Past the island of waterfun,
past the clunkity-clunk feet on the wooden sidewalks
making their way to the galleries full of cowboys and indians,
past, but not much past --
the wink-quick chipmunks chitterchatter
and the outcast skunk lumbers through
the meadowgrass reaching toward sweet pine smells
and not-real blue mountain lakes
and heaven.
(1999)
