June bug
on the edge of the slide
were you going up
or down
did my son’s legs
sound like thunder
did you let out
an oily laugh
when he landed
in the sand
did you live
to tell your friends
about the sea of yellow
bigger than the moon
you were still there
when we left
perched on the brim
of a cascade of kids
quiet as a stain
but we looked close
and your leg twitched
which I told my son
was you
waving goodbye.