Summer Vacation

My first impression was of Jasmine,
sweet and gentle, tangled in my hair -
kite tails in park trees, lingering
after reality works free and floats
away.

Your kisses were lilacs pressed
between the pages of my eyelids,
impressions, outlines, beautiful
only in my periphery.

I hid there,
in multi-colored snowfall
below the bowed head of
the crepe myrtle,
making angels -- dappled
by scented sunshine
and barefoot shade.