Photo by Daisy Polowetzky

Laughing through blonde curtains 

Rippling transparent through my anatomy

Pastel eyeshadow could never cloud my judgement

Thank you for asking. 

But you didn’t! Which is funny 

A subtle chuckle as I travel through my daylight

The clouds never daring to block the path of light

Not on this day. This day is special

Fluttering eyelashes make me blush

And rosy cheeks through the mirror make

My eyes glimmer

As I imagine your eyes meeting mine.

And walking on the sidewalk

Makes me think of spring showers and

Waterfalls

And 

Clouds dare to block the path of light 

They roll over in billowing shapes and shades

Of a dull grey.

The thunder strikes the cheery mood

And the bus stop seems a dreary place.