Archive-name: Poetry/frolic
Archive-author: Ariel Witch
Archive-title: Frolic

 All today
 I was child
 in the thought of you.
 I climbed a tree
 and read all the names
 carved on it.
 I watched a couple
 making lazy love
 in the bushes,

 and children
 racing through
 the dusty heaps of leaves.
 We could have had
 a picnic here,
 you and I,
 and spent hours
 climbing trees,
 carving our initials
 and making love
 in the dusty leaves.

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