Sunday, May 07, 2006

spring confessional

i get the hang of summer:
it's around a campfire - but
we're not camping
because this is our backyard.

i got too good at winter
we hold each others' hands
standing on the lawn
in our mismatched socks
and marshmallows stuck
in our hair.

the dog is chewing on future
fire wood.


arch.memory said...

Ah, a return to delicacy! How lovely!

dennybeeer said...

The best night of the week end!