Snakes in a darkroom

We sailed naked through the
sprinklers, dripping with hose water.
We trampled blades of grass
in the lushness of
August’s heated evenings.
We hissed and
roared, we stomped and
saddled.
We bedeviled fireflies in
the cups of our
hands, closed.
We scattered in all
directions, undetected,
like snakes in a
darkroom.