All summer we sat
and waited
for the ecstasy that never came.
On the shaded sunporch
our lemonades frosted
rimed with the limes of spring.
On the back lawn
watching the neighbourhood children
run through the sprinkler’s rain.
At the dining table
heads bowed for grace
but we never heard a thing.
In bed we might sometimes
start upright
first one, then the other
But it would only be
some late night teenage lover
rushing to beat curfew.