it’s friday, and i’ve got 5 minutes.
summer oh ten.
a year rewound to a different world.
hours south in a raw, flooded land, we floated a memory-al day away.
the trees held trash and the rocks sighed relief,
the storm had passed and the young ones brought joy –
the loud, rambunctious, canoe-flipping kind only measured in straw hats and sunburn.
we spotted a secret waterfall and left our boats to hunt and dive.
rented or not, this was worth every hot, sharp rock step.
i look back and wish we’d never found our way out.