bloom after bloom after bloom after bloom
October 1, 2020Naked salt watered skin
and skin watered by tears
the sound of tents being unzipped and poems being read
new friends across oceans, felt through screens
bloom after bloom after bloom after bloom
fingers sticky from toasted marshmallows
and plums fresh from the tree
the look of words on pages, written and underlined in black ink
his hands on her back and my mouth on his cheeks
and our arms around each other
pains that came both inevitable and unexpected
the deep earthy scent of tomato plants and failed bbqs
and sweaty bodies exasperated by middy sun
the long, deep shadows and painterly pink skies of dawn and sunset.
As the days roll in to Autumn and the air turns a cool, crisp shades of orange and grey, we say goodbye to summer.