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on the first bright day of spring
the boys strap on their sandals
the girls let down their hair
the sun washes their faces
the green grass saturates their blood

a day for frisbees and nameless conversation
games of catch and leisurely naps in swaying hammocks
until the bustle of life material returns

for now on this unofficial holiday
of breezy smiles and cloudless eyes
the ants are even welcome at this picnic
trees to scale, creeks to ford, forts to build
a pirate‚Äôs treasure of possibilities

the promise of a summer too short to contain
and afternoon of spring.