the brook
giggles
to our right
as the mote
floats
between us.

for a moment
that hangs
suspended
like the bridge
we crossed,
i study the dust.

you swear
it's a bug,
but i think
it looks a bit
like a dandelion
fluff, puffed
up by a wish
borne
on exhaled breath.

but perhaps
i'm just
distracted.
as my focus shifts
your sequoia tree irises
come into view.
i could study
the entire forest
framing your eyes
shaped like almonds
and never find
a richer shade
to plant
inside my mind.