Flinging their laughter
high, high into summer's final sky
filled with endless blue
and sounds of cheering,
I hear one voice say,
"I'll press here, and then..."
the fountain of magic that pours forth
into the little hand cupping diamonds
that melted in her hand.
This is how I want to remember
the moment summer slipped into fall:
pouring simultaneously into sweet hands
and a full heart.