we spent all day at the river
you, me, and carl
it was the first real day of spring
and it was the last weekend before
the library would eat away at our sanity
it was the first morning in months  
where i could not find a single cloud
and the space above me was simple and blue
and the sun was good
and the river was laughing
and so were we
and even as your nose peeled
and my eyes stung
the river stones were a little lighter
and so was my chest
and you and i fell asleep in the van on the way home
wet and sun-tired