Maggie and Genna

On the spring end of a limb
a buoyancy of ankles and laughter muted
by the deep cut clay bank draped in kudzu

They fall onto the grass
and watch the limb bounce without them
cardinals flash past and voices reach over the bluff

Faintly comes the sizzle of the sun touching the bay
vapors rise painting the clouds pink and purple
gulls hurry across to see what they might find