that time when lots of little green things hurl their bursting souls at you, and you contemplate their benefit genocide. that time when breaking branches somehow turn green, and power naps turn to time in hammocks talking.
the time when I'd like to drink iced tea with you, adding sugar on the porch. the heat doesn't stifle us inside yet, the sun still lets our skins touch without burning. green, bright and baby, leaps out the wind through us smiling. we hold our hands to the clay and sing.
Posted by samantha at April 30, 2004 03:55 PM