Ode to the Island : Pippa Berry

Pippa Berry

When we were twelve, We ran down the dock Caution to the wind, No care of the clock

Summer sun on our baby faces We drift along with the breeze Tying floss around our wrists July flew by with ease

Before the boys and the bones And the broken car Before the girls who laughed And music at the bar

We cry to each other Around midnight fires About our grades and fears And our darkest desires

Seeking revenge as cold As the ice cream we stole Heal our chapped lips with kisses Where the salt took its toll

Holding hands and each other, We'll make it through somehow Our afternoons on old boats Letting legs drift off the bow

School years stay separate We'll never meet the "other" friends But the island is ours, Each other's till summer ends