the sun is out
and everything feels
not so important
in my mind that usually overflows with dread.
our laughter drowns out
the anxiety. your ***** iced tea
washes away the insecurities,
birds of a feather in constant replay.
the breeze brings with it
good news from the seas -
a promise of baptism
to wash away winter’s miseries.
the bees buzz with chatter
of blooming fields
lupines, tulips, and dandelions
filled with sweet nectar.
the pink-blue skies so vast,
it opens us up
a special vulnerability, a flood of confessions,
stitching us closer together.
i lay in the middle of this field
beside you and our new friends
a new found community -
i am grateful.
Aug 10, 2024
Aug 10, 2024 at 4:22 PM UTC
the sun is out
and everything feels
not so important
in my mind that usually overflows with dread.
our laughter drowns out
the anxiety. your ***** iced tea
washes away the insecurities,
birds of a feather in constant replay.
the breeze brings with it
good news from the seas -
a promise of baptism
to wash away winter’s miseries.
the bees buzz with chatter
of blooming fields
lupines, tulips, and dandelions
filled with sweet nectar.
the pink-blue skies so vast,
it opens us up
a special vulnerability, a flood of confessions,
stitching us closer together.
i lay in the middle of this field
beside you and our new friends
a new found community -
i am grateful.
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