addy and i lay down in the grass outside the school while the other kids pretend they don't know us.
she raises her arm and points up to clouds that look like letters
and clouds that look like whales
and clouds that just look like clouds.
even though i see a thin cloud
one that looks like the number seven in chinese,
all i do is stare, let the sun tingle against my skin,
and just breathe.
when was the last time i had a few moments to do nothing but let myself be surrounded
solely by the blue sky and smell of the autumn leaves
and the company of a voice next to mine?
~*~
addy talks of dancing. she talks of the difference between new blue jeans and old ones.
she talks of what we will do
as we rest our heads among the grass blades,
putting our ponderings into the sky.
~*~
after a while she turns to me and remarks, "we should do this more often."
the sun blinds me when i try to face her
so i have to rest my arm against my eyes as a shield as i reply
"yes, we should."
--christie
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