of rocks and hillsides

this is a girl
that i can not recollect,
this is not the girl

i've known for all of my life.
the sleazy smile,
wrapped in the arms of a boy,
deserted in the woods

with nothing but each other
and sunlight
that pokes through hovering
branches.

beneath them a lake roars dully,
tired and dry.
almost dinnertime.

a phone tucked in her bra,
she turns and stares at the trees
around her,

old and full of carvings.
BK, KH, CF.
initials and dates, oh my.

the air is warm and clear.
august should not be this cool,
she decides as she strokes the boy
beneath her,

the heat should be killing me.
so much for global warming.

she wraps herself within the boy,
a caterpillar in a cocoon.
they fit together like lost pieces

in a jigsaw,
a mother and daughter reunited.
the roads are mostly quiet except
for the occasional car, passing by

and ready to go home.

giggles erupt from their hearts
and they fold unto each other.

finally, she is home.