Friday evening and Miles Davis kind of blue
wind is blowing as if there might be a storm
summer is offering her entirety
even though she won’t officially arrive until Sunday
I’m thankful, for once, for what lies ahead
the sun shining, through a tree, is the biggest promise of all
why don’t we say, “I’m yellow”, like we refer to being blue? 
happy but for a moment before the world unforgivingly switches the color scheme again