red stickiness on my fingers, melting into a dripping current through the crisp whiteness of my notebook. the breeze lightly ruffles the hair thrown into a precarious knot above my head, breathing deeply as it passes quietly through my lungs
then out again over the sea of half-eaten cherry pits
my bare legs arms nakedness drink in the sun, intoxicated in the warmth rising like steam from the blanket
encircling my little spread and protecting it from all the world
i am all alone with my books
and the blood red cherries
and the perfect greenness of the lawn,
with only the twittering birds to pass judgment.
hello, beautiful summer day
just for now, everything is perfect.
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