In the sun
by Xenny
Posted: Wednesday, March 1, 2006 Word Count: 106 |
She's laughing in the sun
she did it laughing, laughing in the sun
He's stepping out onto hot concrete
from his house where it sits placid in the suburbs
There's nothing on his feet
now he's laughing in the sun
She's dancing little steps to no music
but there's a tune in her head
and she's laughing as she picks up a note
someone dropped. A shopping list
that reads like a sonnet
reads like it's for her
He couldn't count the times they called him dumb
couldn't count his fingers
now he's counting birds on the wire up above
and he's laughing in the sun
she did it laughing, laughing in the sun
He's stepping out onto hot concrete
from his house where it sits placid in the suburbs
There's nothing on his feet
now he's laughing in the sun
She's dancing little steps to no music
but there's a tune in her head
and she's laughing as she picks up a note
someone dropped. A shopping list
that reads like a sonnet
reads like it's for her
He couldn't count the times they called him dumb
couldn't count his fingers
now he's counting birds on the wire up above
and he's laughing in the sun