Monday, July 5, 2010
and now back to our regularly scheduled program.
nighttime is best.
in summer clothes, feet tiptoe the cool cement, remembering its cracks through cooling blisters. and oh, the last drip-drop-sounds of cars rolling home through almost-wet summer air..
wet - like a swimming pool spread out in said summer air, thrown loose like a blanket for all the neighbors to share; to lay down in the grass-green hills behind our eyes.
no fences, no curfews, no tuesday morning alarm clocks looming.
if you breathe slow enough, you can taste the yester-moment laughter and watermelon communion on your tongue,
so let's all breathe slow. enough. please.
wonderful black-sky, wet-grass, watermelon-sweet moment of minute memory, half-certain and most-welcome,
you are best.
*picture taken from here