the youthful scent of sunscreen
while the sun peaks out
from the clouds
the smell of honeysuckle
as the ground
moans under our feet

there is a peace
that brows through
like the smell of the pines
it comes from the spirits
living in the trees
and the birdsong

the day ends
with pizza,
ice cream, slushees,
and barefoot dancing
in the street

there is something
unexplainable about these days
maybe it’s the high of the joy
a lonely longing
or the future