u/knighted

new park

same storm-

really just a drizzle

atop a tabletop

with a cigarette bud-

last glare of the sun

before

kidnapped by deadbeat clouds.

honey & vanilla:

couple played on the swings

giddy laughter

their stomps soaked

their bottom halves-

the boy

stopped-

reached into the depths of his pocket-

shivered

a well kept

red note tied with a bow

the girl

stopped-

reached into the depths of his note-

she ate it

and ran away.

serenaded by a robin

smoke ceasing

as the sun peaks past

the over protective clouds-

back against watered boards

held high

a bow