When I Was

More summer time sentiments.

Sun travels through the paper-thin veins of a cottonwood leaf

And lands on my smiling cheek.

The last time I felt this free was when the girl from Germany was still here

Long blonde hair tangled up in a bun

Flowers sprouting in our front yards like they’re waving at each other with their small golden faces

Lawn mowers are the white noise of my short, happy life.