A Day with the Right Lighting

Soft door knocks early

we go to the farmer’s market

spotting ex boyfriends

and running away

to make friends with the

old man folk band.

Ooops we spent all our

cash on donuts and a bouquet

of kale for the kitchen table.

Giggling, share a beer

for lunch in the garden

where everything is dying

and some guy plays guitar.

Cold hands holding pens

picking up leaves,

flirting with book nerds,

forgetting the plastic pot

at the hardware store,

retracing steps down the street,

paths we’ll revisit tomorrow

or the day after.

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