Sara

17

Newcomb Hollow

They sat
with skinny legs dangling
over beach grass and crab shells
and stretched and pointed their toes down
to brush painted ripples
in the sand

They took their mothers' sun hats and peach scarves
down to the water
and scrambled over
time worn wood fences
and found a log
on which they perched their bones

They wore their best smiles of a lady
and paraded around
in the orange glow of setting sun

They forced laughter like their mothers
until the giggles of young girls
came gurgling out

and they knew what summer meant