7.24.18

like chocolate ice cream
 
scooped high and just starting
 
to melt in the warm sun that
 
reddens your cheeks as it
 
wraps you in a warm blanket
 
like the cool breeze
 
that breaks that heat
 
in half as you sway
 
to soft music playing
 
and most of all
 
like the small shoulder taps
 
of love that wait in late
 
moments with good people
 
that are willing to sit
 
by your side as you
 
question the fabric of existence
 
suddenly
 
like these small things
 
you know it will be okay