my cheeks are tinged pink and arms freckled like speckled eggs
the pokadot shorts haunt me from there draw
but the floppy candifloss pink hat floats over and slomps upon my head
my new house in september is longing to be filled with my bits and bobs
new faces become old and the old new
mistakes have been made
but the heart hopes that with the summer sun and the imprints of grass upon our bodies
everything will be ....