Log Cabin Chronicles

Summer Friend


Do you remember that summer friend you treasured above all others?

A friend your thoughts and movements mirrored so closely you could have been in his shadow?
Hopping along on one foot
arms outstretched for balance
now tiptoe across that expanse of railing

Swing under and through at the end
dropping lightly in to the fine powder dust
like talcum between your toes.

How marvelous, each adventure
no embarassment
no judgement
no failures.

Everything was there
awaiting discovery
then breathless through the willow
the first to see the hummingbird's nest
softly colored by the perfect sunset.

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