He saw the turtle sandbox,
Two years dormant.
Mama removed the green cover —
Aired it out,
Moistened the sand.
Apple and strawberry sand pies.
Big sand jellies!
They made sand smoothies —
Large or small?
Flat, round, square, or twirly top?
I was the sand customer,
Again and again.
I played the plastic ukulele, badly —
Neglected practice,
Long fingernails.
She showered first.
We made more sand goodies.
He sprayed the hose —
Peed in his pants.
In twilight he kept playing.
When Mama came out,
He ran up to her,
Suddenly started sobbing —
我不要姐姐先进去!
(I don’t want Sister to go in first!)
䷶䷲
abundance
midday foam
broken arm
no blame