A Possible Late Summer in 1992

I remember early childhood in an open place,
feet itch in vivid memory of late summer,
how the grass was dry and
spiked between my toes

A paddock reached out to the horizon,
one week lasted more than forever
Bones of cattle were a jigsaw puzzle,
chalky in my hands

In the evening a dinner party,
maybe once or twice or ten times
I moved around the legs of strange adult-creatures

The air was warm and the stars just out of reach

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