i'll be there by ten...

i think

i would love to ride to your house

and

get to know you

~~

i think

we would walk through the woods

and

find fuzzy green moss and beige bumpy fungi growing under the damp trunks of trees

that we'd have to touch

and

photograph

just for fun

~~

i think

watching the sun gently move the clouds out of the way

while we ran through the fields

chasing butterflies

would make us hungry

and

we'd fill our plates with hummus and pita bread

and

sit under an old oak tree

on your grandmother's quilt

with

our legs crossed

while you poured the raspberry iced tea

~~

i think

we'd share stories and feelings

and

maybe even a deep dark secret or two

that would make us feel like friends

that had met in second grade

and

had never lost touch

~~

i think

when the growing navy sky reached low enough to toy with the cooling ground

telling me

it was time to leave

we'd make promises to see each other again

and

we'd hug for a very long time

and

tears would leave streaks on my cheeks

~~

i think

meeting you sounds perfect

*

this vintage vespa i found downtown

and

now i sorta covet it

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