Our back yard. Lots of places to hide in yards like this up and down the block, as well as in the deep ditches of the school yard across the street.
Summer Courtship
Those summer nights of hide and seek where we were willing quarry,
our efforts to make curfew were too often dilatory.
Our neighborhood adventures stretched out under the stars—
those shadowed venturings abroad, hiding behind cars,
in barrow pits or hedges, darting through the dark,
avoiding passing car lights and the dog’s insistent bark.
Bigger kids the kingpins of this nightly sequestering,
lying still as death with our fears of capture festering.
That titillating strain of remaining undetected,
somehow in our memories has made us more connected.
How we so consistently lay spread out on the ground
cowering, but secretly hoping to be found
by that special someone who, in our pre-teen flush
even then, in passing, could bring about our blush.
All this search and parrying that we called summer games
very soon would fill our lives called by other names.
Prompt words today are strain, kingpin, nightly and dilatory.
6 thoughts on “Summer Courtship”
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Loved your backyard and those memories related to it. It’s nostalgic
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Thanks, Ria. I enjoy traveling back to write about them.
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That’s very good 😄👍
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This made me smile – do kids still get to do this sort of thing (in the U.S., I mean)?
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In small towns, perhaps.
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It’s always sweet to travel down the memory lane…
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