how hot
the pavement was on his
bare
feet.
his mother pouring
lemonade
on the porch
into small cups,
how the fireman
opened the hydrant
with
a wrench,
sending a fountain
of cold water into
the air
and onto the street.
he remembered
that small yet wonderful
joy
of summer,
the leaping and laughter,
as he slipped
into a forever sleep.
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