It's days like this I wish most
your existence could occur closer
to my own. The wind is blowing itself
teasingly through my hair and the sun
is shining like rain was never even
thought of, the sky soft and deep and
so blue, with clouds like cotton buds
smeared across the great expanses. Today
it would be so simple to turn and smile
at the person you're walking with, walking
to nowhere in particular, and then
suddenly whisper in their ear, "Run
run run run run," taking off down this street, winged
feet pounding the indifferent pavement,
bright laughter trailing behind us.