agirlinlove

everything is as it exactly should be

perfect like it is at night as the lights go off and my hair brushes across my cheek and the pillow and the breeze from the window is warm

but it is still daylight

the music playing hitting my mood like a bow plays the chello

and the boy in the other room

and the baby wrens who didn’t make it waiting in the garage for our burial

and the robins eggs in the front yard with mama sitting waiting for them to break on through

and the greens and macaronie and beans warming up in the microwave

and my sweater, to warm before the rain

and the breath

and the dogs attempting to irritate a squirrel to death

and knowing you are on your way home