Sometime
-certainly after I had stopped waiting for it,
and definitely when I wasn’t looking
anywhere in particular-
summer embraced me,
and I leaned into its chest
Our hearts beating together.
And we
-that is, you and I-
became pieces of the sun
and particles of the dark
dancing around each other
with our toes
only just
brushing
the blades of grass
(whose arrival had also evaded our immediate notice).
I was a lilac
and you were the wind
and I didn’t know
and you barely knew
me.
This is the breath of Summer,
poisoning us
like the smoke from the cigarettes our friends
exhale.
We say nothing
and move a little closer together.