Oh I had forgotten
those days in the summer
when we lay in the sun in the sand
and swam in the water in the waves
and collected these halves of tiny houses
treasures in their soft, colorful striations
each entirely unique.
Those warm, long days
when we were young
and not ashamed of our bodies
when we touched in the sun in the sand
touched in the water
and in the waves where we swam.