It is not summer yet, barely even spring.
But oh how wonderful it is, sitting in this gasping house
windows open and beckoning the wind.
I smell watermelons and icy drinks.
I smell hair in my face and warm wind.
I smell dewy dewy dewy rain and hot moist sunrise punching its way through the muddy grass.
I smell relief at last,
and the house gasps out a gulp of air, exhale exhale exhale.
The scrap of a shovel against the concrete has deafened our ears too long
Now I finally hear the sun and its laughter after so long.
Its been wonderful to see you, but Ive got to be going. The day is wonderful and soon to be gone.
–
SA