When your hands spin moons

Too late to do any reading,

or gaze out the kitchen window to

the park beyond.

I'm out tonight with friends

for dinner.

To a little cafe/wine bar that

looks like it stepped back in time.

This weekend I'll

watch the dandelion seeds float like

whispers on the summer breeze.

Perhaps I'll get to lie on my back

in a field of flowers

looking up at the sky

making animal shapes of the clouds.

Tonight,

I'll wear a red ribbon in my hair.

Just for you.

(This was half written as my ride arrived, dears.

My writing this week has been so erratic, due to time constraint.

But,

I did wear my ribbon. :)