Melancholy morning,
pensive,
bright sun, still shadows,
looking out my window
...
free
in the moment
sidewalk skating
dodging quarters
...
Intoxicated by wine breathing....
His calloused fingers, fretted snowflakes,
that floated in that hot, muggy, evening.
...
Sitting in his lap, leaning, listening, watchful...
Sunlight captured in shadows
Birds swinging on branch trapezes
...
“Have you done this before? ”
Turning her face,
blurring, learning
...