Interesting. Feels like Summer and childhood, with some added significance I’m not quite grasping.

Waggling a sandal
over tadpoles
skimming the
shaded shallows
She puts her hands
on her hips,
Resists the urge
to lick her lips,
I wish she dips
her feet
in the cool water,
feel the heat
deplete without bother

(I loved the the sounds of your words and the images they conveyed. I used all of your words, this poem is owed to you, it’s yours completely, I just added my desire for relief, for her to dip her hot feet.)

Well, not all of your words, of course, but a lot of ’em :)

That’s neat, Tad. Thanks.

:)

There is a lot going on here. I feel like I jumped into the middle of a book. What is their relationship? What is the deal with the bridge joke? What is the significance of her name being carved?

What I clearly got was that it’s Bridget’s own bridge so she should be able to cross despite the others. But she doesn’t. I’m inferring that it’s because she has some unresolved attraction/loyalty to Jennifer. But it’s not entirely apparent.