For June and July
After learning my lesson
I stopped looking for those
summer boys
with the shady eyes,
long tanned backs rising
out of river water
and shining like secrets in front of me.
I loved to study
golden-haired arms,
bare chests scattered with flecks of mica,
strong-knuckled hands learning their way around.
Before I learned
I loved
the smell of cigarette-hair
and sun-baked skin
in the night grass of July.
I looked for and found those
summer-water river boys,
swimming to the muddy depths
without watches or date books,
or lounging like cats
with half-closed eyes
in the shade of the eucalyptus—
pacing in the sand and leaving tracks
for me to follow.
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