Highlands

she was full & smelled sweetly like summer
her star-spangled cheeks
crinkled upward

the wind that streamed in from car windows mountainsides
her laugh as wild as the flowers woven into her hair
the meadows full of tall grass left untouched

doe in the headlights, skin soft & fresh
grassy feet morning dew
fresh bread in a log cabin
disarm, disarm

watching it storm in the valley from the top of the ferris wheel
painted-up skies that fade to stars the maps of her constellations
a love ripe & succulent & fleeting as the peach juice running down her chin

 

Richmond, VA

 "illuminating all the motionless world of time between"