Nose in a book, my book resting beside me in the grass.
The wind kicking in gusts. Each sentence read blown
my eyes on the whale clouds mingling with
galactic cruisers and shuttles in the busy sky.
Hear the jingle of car keys and grounded
for a moment; a woman with a silver and blue stroller
and pup in tow answers her cellular phone.
"Let's go out." Watch your earring shift
in the breeze and hear the miniature wind chime sound.
Glance. Twinkle. Shiny. "What's up?"
"Nothing. It is a very nice day out is all."
"Oh. Okay. Let me know if it's too cold."
Turn the pages face up. Find my place ten pages backward
and continue. The wind whistles through a tree
ten yards away, circles back and nudges a curl of hair
from your eyebrow to rest against the crest of your ear.
My book rests beside me in the cut grass.
