Jumped on line this morning to see what other people had posted. Mary Lee (who I get to see next week when she is in Colorado!) posted a poem about summer memories.

The Summer I Was Sixteen

Geraldine Connolly

The turquoise pool rose up to meet us,
its slide a silver afterthought down which
we plunged, screaming, into a mirage of bubbles.
We did not exist beyond the gaze of a boy.

Shaking water off our limbs, we lifted
up from ladder rungs across the fern-cool
lip of rim. Afternoon. Oiled and sated,
we sunbathed, rose and paraded the concrete…

Read the rest of the poem at Poetry 180 (another one of my favorite websites!).

Heidi (my juicy little universe) is hosting Poetry Friday today.