The sun is out
And so are we,
Cartwheels in the fields,
Breezy skirts and short shorts,
Children laughing and giggling,
Couples chatting, birds clattering,
Trees rustling, cars honking on their way to vacation

My hand slips in your back pocket
Your eyes meet mine
Briefly, a smile

A kid on a bike whizzes by and we walk like friends again
Dogs barking
Doors shutting