She could make me laugh—
we sat alone under a dogwood,
blue blanket covering the rust, green, red leaves.
Childish conversation — brown eyes dancing
and I, in my glee, begged for more.
Two silly girls.
The wind caught us as we danced
round and round…
faces flushed, we partnered each other
neither knowing we coupled life.
Twirling, she spun away from me—
clothed in green, she glowed on the horizon,
caught in life’s hurricane.
Spinning until her face was wrinkled and her brown eyes shaken,
and I could make her laugh.