The poetry of long grasses at my bare ankles
Whistle June winds through their green
Your favorite color; the honest shade of evergreens
Today was Friday—I spent it
With one of my two cats freshly muddy on the rocks
The weekend sun sweet out like lemon drops
Last night rendered a nonflimsy vinyl upon my mind
Your hands gently bearing mine
Lips closed in cerulean light
There’s a poem in the way they graced my fingertips—
Sunlight for my weekend mind