summer 1993

what do you think i am supposed to be doing?

she jumps down, gets under, around and beside the kidney shaped swimming pool, digging tunnels through backyards, over fences, across tree branches, and down to the cool grass of a sloping lawn. she breaths in deep and pauses. she looks around, down the hill to the marshy area by the fence, then across the sky to the hills, and the lake, and mountains beyond. bees buzz by in the warm air, the still warm air. unusually still air.

she tumbles down, rolling and somersaulting and twisting, wrapped in cardboard, on top of plastic in the snow, getting grass stains.

she lands but doesn't
suspended in mid air