And A Young Pretty Girl Shakes The Pollen Out Of Her Hair

And the birds start singing,
or they have been
and I just now notice
and my friend learns to play, ‘It’s A Wonderful World’ on his guitar
and more people filter in through the vine covered gate
and now only one boy is playing basketball
and I’ve just showered; dripping still
and have hot coffee
and it’s nighttime now, but still fairly bright
and the clouds move like time lapse across the sky
and someone with a wonderfully different fashion sense laughs innocently
and a young pretty girl shakes the pollen out of her hair.