We built surfboard bridges in the trees,
and I sat next to you on the roof,
praying I wouldn't fall,
wishing I might,
watching the pelicans trawl for lunch.
You're taller, older,
in your bare feet,
and climbing on the cliff edge is easy again.
We are going to farm lettuce, just there -
i'll bring a tent if you bring books,
and we will put worries away for a summer.
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