thursday | october 29 | 2009

saturday afternoon.

i'm just checking the air in – oh,

yeah. we're good. so.

what do you say?

we'll go for a ride

through the park and

around the lake, and

see the ducks – i

know you like ducks – and

we'll stop for a second, and

take off our shoes, and

feel the grass

slip between our toes, and

we'll interlock our fingers, and

make for the water – last one

there is a rotten - you

don't like eggs – and

you'll beat me there, and

i'll catch up to you, and

knock you over, then

i'll kiss you, and

you'll shriek with joy, or

just play coy, i

never know with you, and

you'll insist we

wade on in, like

you do, except today
i'll agree:

it's a perfect day for frozen feet.