dream/scrapbook

these two hands and
your full lips like
envelopes like
paper cranes and

the snow or grass and
the shelled-out school bus
and the blueberries pressed
between grinning fingers or

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It’s the craziest thing
I woke up this morning and all I could think of
Was your smiles lined up like wheels of cheese
Eyes like river stones in clear sunshine
And hands pulling me up to run with you.

The spray of the waterfall tastes like liquid laughter
It runs down my back and settles at the base of my spine
And giggles through me for the rest of the day.

Storms come galloping towards us
And we feed them apples.