Summer Lit Happiness...

the flapping sailboat blanket hovers for a second in the air as you lay it on the picnic grass we don't say much but the wind seems to speak softly as its runs over the field and past the firework willow quietly weeps over our laughs that we constantly exchange and I reach for the animal shaped clouds but they seem to be just out of range we both just lay with the bright sun highlighting our pale wintered skin and tilting our heads towards each other, we squint as we share our first summer grin