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We swung back and forth
On the hammock
simply because
We enjoyed each other’s company.
When it began to rain
We liked the feeling
Of each drop on our arm
And the only sound
We heard was the highway
Trucks driving back and forth.
We really shouldn’t have been
On the hammock together
And when it started to pour
We still didn’t go inside the house
Or to New Brunswick
To get a drink.
After I stroked her arm
and when she accepted that
it gave me permission
to move in a little closer.
I couldn’t hear the highway after that.
The only sound I heard was the rain hitting
The grass in the field out back and
Each swing and awkward movement
that came from the hammock.