10/19

the corn a field of gold, lost within it i start to panic, but see the calming blue of the sky and breathe. i wish you could travel on the wings of birds, free through the air, unhindered by this world. the children surround me, they are determined to find the shapes. but i only enjoy where i am, who i am wth: friends. you laugh at me and inside i wonder what i did but your face seems happy so i do not question it. finally we are free, and the grass seems greener than ever, the trees are the embodiment of fall; the reds, the yellows, the oranges. i smell sweetness in the air and look up, searching for its source, instead i see you. you straightened your hair, something you only do when you truly care about who you are going to see. leggings and a jacket, soccer i think, no maybe basketball, its blue. the feather necklace you have come to love and replace the one i gave you with. no i am not jealous, it is just an observation. you see my face and smile. i think, wow, i'm lucky. your eyes are a light brown with specks of green something i did not notice before today. i wave, you wave. i want to hug you but i don't. instead i stay seated while you walk towards me. realizing this place is full of children surrounding us, i wonder if you like it. the children look happy, so do you. pumpkins, some caked in dirt, others ready for carving are piled behind us a perfect scene for a picture, i jump on your back and worry i weigh too much. but you laugh so i let it go.