The Sun, shining a bleary light-bright onto leaves
which reflect a yellow hue melting into the sky that is an evanescent blue.
Wind like water carries my mind into an ocean of thought.
I lay with you here in our suburban jungle listening to the wind chimes.
“People like sad more than they like happy.”
The air is a cool crisp but the sun gives birth to sweet heat
While all that sounds is the fading rustling of trees
And the soft plucking of those spoiled
Fingers on your ukulele.
“Why?”
Our fingers now intertwined like ancient jungle vines
And I breathe, a deep sigh.
“Because it is something to talk about. It’s more interesting.”
The air falls silent except your whisper behind those closed eyes
“But I like happy.”
Best,
Anna Belle Lee
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