The violas give you away,

it doesn’t matter where you are.

They flutter their violet greetings,

and smack my lips in lemony kisses.

Self-conscious, I peer

behind my shoulder,

eyes shifting side to side, in case

you’ve really come this time.

It’s okay when I don’t see you,

because you tickle my back

with your long fingernails,

circle-circle-scratch, circle-circle…

The breeze picks up the petals now,

little lions yawn in lazy summer.

I yawn too, wishing I could awaken

all those years back with you.

Ice tea on the front porch, blue

like the sky, painting horizons

big enough to fall into, roll around,

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