already tight as spirals, just like their moms
swimming summers away outback
eating peaches and taco bell
cruising Santa Cruz, dreaming
on her beaches, admiring surfers
and surf, cakewalking the boardwalk,
sometimes more than eyeing ice-creams,
missing the gentle breezes and people
the rest of the year.
One afternoon, it fell to Matt to hold down the fort
whilst Suz and Steph were down in Filene's basement
and the two wiggle-worms took turns testing
his infant acumen, a brief baptism of baby flame . . .
Success!
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