Our names etched in the wood remnants of an old shack at Eddy Lake
we knew just how to slide the upstairs window open
in unison with the faucet at the kitchen sink
parents fill the kettle for tea
as we descend the fire escape ladder
thankful the light inside the house
masks our silhouettes
our quiet retreat down the driveway
we race along sawdust trails
moss and slippery tree roots
no match for the flight of teenage feet-to-freedom
mastering the muting of shoes across gravel
escapades timed to low-tide short-cuts
three sisters
by flashlight
by moonlight
we know these paths
we know these paths to freedom
freedom to gather
steal kisses in the night
with the other poor souls
trapped on this island
nowhere
southern comfort lips
rolled tobacco burning
singing
dancing
skinny-dipping
by firelight
by moonlight
dancing
music
Blood Sugar Sex Magic