thunder’s slow roll —

thinking back to when I knew

I wanted to kiss her

the entire sky

uninterrupted blue —

birds singing it full

more cold and rain —

a soggy blue jay shifts

from foot to foot

after the rain

moonlight turning wet grass

to shining spears

two girls invite

handfuls of cherry petals

to rest in their hair

azaleas in spring —

I bend down to kiss her neck

just because I can

just-opened

maple leaves working out

where the sun is now