Islington Sunday

hijab askew. drinking,
gulping this sunny sand
pit only through fingertips -

toddler girl moans, writhes

thrashes, rolls in grit -
reveling in her body
and Spring’s first heat.

+ + +

brown bud opens her mouth to laugh.
clinging wet shorts. mud stained bottom

sand mosiac adorns round stomach
baby fat shifting to bloom

naked one last summer.