Poem: Trampoline

A thousand summer’s evenings
Woodsmoke and pine
Now all blurred
By the passage of time
At the end of the garden
Fairies danced in the light
And we bounced like bubbles
As noon became night
We laughed, flying higher
Forgetting our cares
For a moment suspended
In summersweet air
Then when we grew tired
We stared at the stars
As we lay on our backs
In the moon-shadowed dark
The trampoline’s gone now
The garden feels bare
But the memories of childhood
Still sing on the air.

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