that day she dreamed
of summer
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
laughter,
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.
afternoon all,
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.
hmmm
these are some of my favourite words:
blackberry
sparkle
magic
scent
dust
cinnamon
light
whisper
curious
euphoria
have a good day*
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