bird poop on my shirt sleeve
finds a finger up my nose
bunnies in the clover
munching grass between my toes
the neighbors all are mowing
mowing everything that grows
my sweetheart smiles
and walks away
she knows
she always knows

the doorbell phone is dinging
we can guess what happens next
i let it go to voicemail
it’ll pop up as a text
this morning was a shit show
my sweetheart was so vexed
the afternoon
is winding down
perplexed
i’m still Perplexed

we runaway to nowhere
make love until the dawn
our chocolate dreams were answered
another box of wine is gone
we laugh as all our wildflowers
invade the neighbors lawn
a summer day
begins again
reset
and then forget

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