The Summer We Were Ten Years Old

the day seized us.
We danced around like uncaged birds,
a light mist of the sprinkler on our faces.
Sick with happiness.
we stretched our arms up to the sun
and opened into cartwheels,
while bending from the hip
across the lawn
clothes crowned with grass stains
courtesy of the ground.
The three of us inseparable,
kicked the days around,
ran circles around time,
stretched in, shaking it, laying it
out to dry.  We tagged each other for hours
until we had broken-in the grass,
ruffled its feathery tips.