Wands
gave us bubbling sparks
with soap
drips
and (flower) puddles
when we were outside,
the sun
and the wind
blew everything
away
we could smell where we were,
the heat plated our skin
in sweat but we couldn’t figure out
if it was us, or the precipitation
of popped bubbles
we ate popsicles and Freezies flavoured;
strawberries and raspberries
and vanilla
pavement dawdled in
leaking drips
and rainbow puddles,
we knew it was summer
from the length of our strides.
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