Jasmine

Jasmine and wisteria
entwine the veranda.
You've just been in a water-fight -
the hose is still dripping
fat beads of sun-warmed water.

I grin lop-sidedly at you, then
turn to watch a grown-up
fiddle with a camera. Smile!

And two small faces,
squinting in the afternoon sunlight,
are captured for eternity.

Submitted by Shaker bekitty

About the author:

Bekitty is a displaced Kiwi who currently lives in Tennessee. She
wrote a lot of poetry and song lyrics back in the day, but now feels
that she is better suited to giving other people ideas for stories.