Young Again

By Maureen Sevilla

Between dusk and dawn, we meet
In flowered fields, in forests green
On snowy mountain tops

With butterflies by day and fireflies by night

At the seesaw by the swings
In a small wooden boat
On a speedy Red Flyer

The wind whips beneath arms flying
Capped milk bottles, cold metal crates
And the climbing tree waits --

With perfectly spaced branches