Summer Camp
A Story-Poem

You almost fell when you stepped into the rowboat. I caught your hand and you regained your balance, laughing at your clumsiness. You said little as I paddled to our secret cove. I could hear the waves gently rocking the boat. Earlier we had built sand castles and told each other our stories. A large yellow moon filled the horizon. You dove into the water and I followed your lead. We frolicked together, splashing water and laughing. Later under the stars we made love for the first and last time. A few months later I received a letter from your mother. You had died in a car crash.
Copyright © 2020 by Harley King
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