the sound of laughter through sun-spotted trees,
i dreamed last night we were fae frolicking
in rings of toadstools, in and out of trees.
fireworks went off in my head as
suddenly you swung and the dream cracked wide open.
i think it's because even now i cannot reconcile
your kindness with your capacity to bite
and leave me bleeding,
your shoreline push and pull, the watermelon-red trickles
down your clean white sleeves.
Posted in response to the challenge Watermelon.
Tell me we'll be ten forever
and I'll ride my scooter to your house
every day, and never learn
not to trip over the crack on your driveway.
i, like many poets, have wondered a million times what it would be like to be a bird: soaring high above the trees, unburdened by life's banal worries. something primal and free.
two weeks ago we were stuck in the plains
somewhere in the midwest with no service. you pulled out
some 1999 AAA member's map and said
"crack it open," and i still loved you, even then. words flowed
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