To Bittersweet
Eric Blasco
Bring me back
to when we played
under the grapevine shade
naked we made
our first steps on the cold rock
the cattail blades
the wild chicken coup
bumpy apples
tumbled from waxy stems
and gnarled trees blew
wild like your
tangled-in-wind
hair,
that stare
brings knee-scrape days
5 o’clock summer haze
diving board launches
us to the frogs
their heads turned in awe
sometimes popped off,
Plop!
