... after sharing summer stories...
After Sharing Summer Stories
You told me about
the blanket you
and your sister
would take outside
with you both
in the summer
to lay on
and watch
the clouds pass
overhead
and now I want
to write about
that blanket so badly
tho I've never seen it
and I have no idea
what color it was
or how it felt
against the
back of one's neck
as a pillar of white
fluff changes
discreetly into
a pony
but I close my eyes
and I see you
the woman I love
lying there as a child
laughing with your
sibling
and I know at once
that the blanket
felt like comfort
and smelled
like home.
