dirt from the driveway covers my feet-
(i never could find my shoes)
an afternoon breeze that had
snuck through the trees
twisted its way around my cheeks.
a warm september sun spilled its
smiles into the afternoon sky and
i grinned as i rolled up my
pantlegs. i still loved the salamanders
out by the compost more than
michelle. or allison. or any girl.
(i didnt know that we'd ever meet)
but when the overalls were replaced
with books and hormones,
you were my salamander.
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