There they were one August evening in my backyard,
a brown stem of a body in a blue swim suit,
and an ivory twig of a girl in a swirl of pink,
the two dancing beneath a fountain my girl created
by simply placing a rock on the spigot of a hose
snaking through wild grass and dendelions,
so the jet of water shot vertically in the air
and dropped silver in the sunlight on two whirling sprites,
their hands twined, brown and white, four slim legs stepping
up and down to the jig of water following the rock's command,
throwing itself up only to be pulled down
by the gravity of two dancing girls on a summer evening.