August 25, 2014 § Leave a comment
We walked until we’d left the rain
and found a flag the color of twice-washed sky.
She pointed out an airplane
and we disputed the possibility of Superman.
We sat on curbs,
laid in a stranger’s grass,
walked a cracked and crumbling line
with wine in our hands,
heading for the home that became –
too soon – simply a house
walls we were leaving.