There was a perfect “V”
in the front yard sidewalk,
two slabs of white concrete
dug into the earth,
bordered by dirt and sod
when the summer rains hit,
we’d splash, my cousins and I,
our naked feet in the newborn pool
our clothes and skin
stained with mud and cut grass
and gramma would watch
from the safety of the front porch
or through the living room window
unpeeling, eating her lemons
as we danced
celebrated
North Idaho
sunshowers.