So sweet, the summer scent of grasses

enveloping, floating them with ease

across the yard, never touching ground,

it seems, tumbling, cart-wheeling,

timorous hand stands, “Watch me! Watch me!”

Green stained feet squeaking on cool wood floors.

Toes striving, pinching for purchase

on chairs and thighs, climbing with moist aroma,

lap squirming, so willfully loving.

Flesh of my flesh of my flesh;

joyous as salvation, and just as fleeting.