Our First Summer
by Kathy Lohrum Cotton

We lived on stores
of free blessings
all that young summer—

the drift of birdsong
and cloud-scuffed sky,
barefoot, sun-burnt walks,

nights with the promise
of stardust, the moon
captured in imaginary lasso.

With wide-eyed wonder,
we discovered
one simple sustaining need:

to find each other
always famished,
leave each other always full.

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