Early afternoon
by the pond
with that cheap
fishing rod
and poor worm
as bait.
I was waiting for you
watching the sunlight
play on the water's skin.
Ducks swam by
in slow motion.
Birds sang
in the woods behind
and over the way.
You showed up
and came sat by me
on the grass.
You said your mother
had kept you in
for chores until lunch.
The fish weren't biting.
The line unmoving.
You lay back
on the grass
hands behind your head.
I propped the rod
against a branch
and lay beside you
beneath the sun
through shade of trees.
You turned to face me
and I turned to you.
You spoke
of the last time
we came
and lay back
in the tall grass
and kissed.
I listened
seeing how sunlight
danced in your hair
and your brown eyes
and your engaging stare.
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 11:14 AM UTC
Early afternoon
by the pond
with that cheap
fishing rod
and poor worm
as bait.
I was waiting for you
watching the sunlight
play on the water's skin.
Ducks swam by
in slow motion.
Birds sang
in the woods behind
and over the way.
You showed up
and came sat by me
on the grass.
You said your mother
had kept you in
for chores until lunch.
The fish weren't biting.
The line unmoving.
You lay back
on the grass
hands behind your head.
I propped the rod
against a branch
and lay beside you
beneath the sun
through shade of trees.
You turned to face me
and I turned to you.
You spoke
of the last time
we came
and lay back
in the tall grass
and kissed.
I listened
seeing how sunlight
danced in your hair
and your brown eyes
and your engaging stare.
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