by Rocky Macy
I dreamed of us the other night
the way we were then
seventeen
and sweaty
sitting on a gravel bar by the river
watching the moon rise
reaching up
stretching out
lying on an old air mattress
that leaked
laughing
enjoying the undressed rehearsal
for the rest of our lives
a naked entanglement
that ended
mercifully soon.
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