\Pineapple skies and passionfruit/

I still have those stacks of polaroids in

that old shoebox under the stairs -
                                                   rom back then with nothing to do but

\aughing in sundresses
 running around barefoot
  while the smell of lush grass
   ascends and intermingles with
  sun-dried laundry,
 creating a world where
  everything could be involved
   in great games of make-believe
       and hide and seek could be played
   in the castles we built transcending
 the stratosphere and
glistening with promise, refreshing
mouths melting ice cream
    as tongues meet softness and
   in softness,
  warmth and coolness combine
 unique and sweet
passionfruit tang

                          -ented now,
dusty and faded, dimming gradually sur-
                                                                passed by everything to do but

/-hrow them out