we’ll both be one-eight soon
I wish I was a willow tree
just standing outside your house to see
you to come outside in the backyard
planting flowers in the garden
under your big floppy sun hat
golden hair shining in the sun
kneeling on the green grass
digging in the brown dirt
roses and carnations red and pink like cadillacs
maybe a swim in the in ground pool
with quivering baby blue water
your wet footprints disappearing on the hot concrete
wrapping up in a striped beach towel that I wish I was
the smell of chlorine in the air
ice cold lemonade in a plastic pitcher
bologna and lettuce sandwich on a tray
lunch your mom made
outdoor wrought iron furniture
big flowered cushions of orange and yellow
these kind of days won’t last forever
make the most of them while you can
these carefree days won’t last
damned adulthood coming up fast
