Today

The weekend is here,

clear and new.

Before us lie a thousand possibilities,

the hazy summer nights

we are dream of.

Barefoot days

and daisies in my hair.

In my wildest imaginations I'm sitting on a porch,

in a house like the one in this movie.

Listening to the strains of a lone banjo,

far far away.

Today, I loved Fridays.

And you.