Summer poem

sprinted to the sea

flung off shoes and socks

ran towards imagined heaving waves

and jumped each tiny trickle that I found there

with just the same excitement

you stayed back

took your socks off more timidly

giggled at your stupid mother

eventually took my hand

we jumped together

and we jumped together

and we jumped together

three hours later

collapsing on our backs

we made angels in the sand

the seaside always made me

want to scream