i miss

i miss a summer breeze filled with honeysuckle and vanilla.

warm filled freedom slipping by my blonde hair covered arms and

friendships based on moments.

sunshine dancing on water and possibility of angels floating by me, offering ideas and temptations.

i long for clarity skimmed from pockets of smoked filled hollow bushes outside of my home.

simple seconds of throwing a basketball in a hoop, tossing rocks

down a old railroad plank and back porch steps holding butts of wisdom and chances of escape from all that possess us if only for that time.

i long again and again for that time when it made sense, gave reason and truth.

a field and then a clearing, a gust of wind brushing over and through my thin dirty blonde hair and

a knowledge of me.