Brown and smooth
Where her feet have killed the grass and knocked pebbles loose.
Her skin is sticky with summer heat,
Sweat collecting above her collar bone and dripping between her breasts.
She hears children's laughter up ahead.
She places her hand over her eyes and licks the last drops of honey tea from the corner of her mouth.
Body half bent and leg muscles tightening, she continues upwards.
Her boots are solid around her feet.
The hem of her dress catching shins and calves in the wind.
She pauses to pull the wet strands of hair off her neck and back into a pony tail.
Her heart beats in her ears.
A breath in--honeysuckle on the breeze--remembering glorious childhood fantasies of love.
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