Matchsticks hidden in mounds of warm sand
Sweet-jealous tweaks of buried fingers found
Dragon fly kites on straw ropes held lengthwise
Imagined flightpaths on never-to-seen again idle skies
Sticky mounds of happiness treats
Stolen, sugary, shared, sapid sweets
Dusky tales of ancient gods alive
Ecstasy shivers when replayed, revive
I worship today those days of sinless sunshine
When hayropes were woven in childhood shrine
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