I'll cross my legs
and braid the flowers hair.
I'll count to them all
the reasons I love you and name the places
I wonder where you are.
I'll talk to the flowers,
just us alone,
and I'll pretend I don't picture them as you
and there I'll promise to see the world a little less cruel.
I'll be happy
there with the flowers
and I won't have to wonder with them
what I do about you.
About all the things
I wish I knew.
-k.p.
06/20/16
"First Day of Summer"
