House of the Tomato

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Tweens at the Lake

This is becoming a series, I seem to write a poem about these girls that I only see once a year at the lake in Minnesota.  This year they asked me to write a new poem for them! They are 10 1/2, 9 1/2 and 6. Tweens--the two older ones.  The six year old acts like she's 15!  I don't know if you are up for this with all you have going on, but here a new poem anyhoo. It's short. I'm thinking I'd send to Ariel Anthology. (a dark and light theme I read in the guidelines.)

Tweens at the Lake

They cartwheel everywhere:
Around the yard to play games,
across the floor to the kitchen, living room
and out to the patio. Walking in whirls,
their legs fly up and over, pinwheels of appendages.
Like rolling stars they spin across
green grass to the lake and back,
do splits mid-air then toes touch down like sprites,
up and over again, constant twirls.
They even cartwheel across the lily pad mat
floating on the lake, light as air,
they appear to walk on water
generating their own light,
bright like water lilies, centers spinning.



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