Sunlight reflects off the creek.
She squints; he cracks
an ice cube in his teeth.

Water moves like a ballet.
They sit at the edge, legs
swaying in brown-gold-green.

An ice-cream truck passes by,
playing its off-key Popeye tune.
Children splash and hoot.

Her skin smells of sunscreen
mixed with vanilla, and her eyes
have never shone so blue.