Dragonfly Journey

Sometimes I try 
to go back and build a bridge 
between Seaside Villas and 
Rye Drive. It's a circle, though. 
With non-verifiable tunnels. 

Between three swimming pools 
rooftop friendsgivings 
djembe drums and campfire songs 
with the dolphins. 

There's no sailboat 
on this trip. 
It's all speed, Captain Morgan 
and invisible sand bars. 

Fresh fish on the grill and
pina colada pool parties. 

Then there's this lush garden 
backyard. Midwest dancing 
in the rain. Kettle One 
and lemonade. 

Pool nights/ school nights 
with children when we open 
up the windows to the rain 
over the oaks. 

I still felt rightly wild then. 
Until all of a sudden 
I didn't.