that day she dreamed
and ice cream dipped in caramel,
the thick scent of poppies
and apples and hazy, dusty days
where the sleepy sunlight that trickled
through the trees, dripped with honey-coated
all the while her mother suntanned in the
backyard until the rain came,
and then it poured in smoky, sultry showers
eating away at the dried out earth.
what can i say on such a day as this, when the people next door have been cutting tiles solidly for the last 5 hours? and all i really want to do is read outside but when i try i get a fair amount of dust in my face.
these are some of my favourite words:
have a good day*