Kingdom

It was just us in our kingdom.
A simple courtyard of cool green grass
encircled by cream colored concrete that was
toasted warm in the afternoon sun
and chilled in the pale indigo evenings.
In our kingdom,
We were super heroes with beach towel
capes and pine cone grenades. . . .
We were princesses with clover crowns
and 25-cent lip gloss, . . .
Sometimes, we would sit barefoot in the dewy
summer grass and watch, with popsicles bleeding
their sugary nectar over our scraped
knuckles, as shades of evening rolled over
the oranges, yellows, and purples of a fading
sunset.
We were all alone then.
Just me and my friends, all alone, in our own
kingdom.