after Diana Khoi Nguyen
Most summer days
this is how she found us
sunburnt skin
hair wind dried snarls
all day we’d run from shore
bobbing between whitecaps
diving to crawl along
ridges of sand and rock
when our bellies roared
louder than the waves
we’d retreat home
stuffed full with laughter
free from any past
not yet even our future
[Prompt 1: “This is how she found us/ the past draped about us like a cloakâ after Diana Khoi Nguyen]