"that day"

"that day"

you flip to a fresh page

and describe that moment

with that newfound friend

and those fluttering feelings inside:

that day, the sky was in full-gloom

until the sun fumbled through

the clouds a few hours before

dipping into the dark of the earth

you were lost in that city

at 3 o’clock that morning

‘cause those sparks lit a flame

too stubborn to die with day

you felt her focus flicker

from your eyes to your lips

you spoke softly, leaned in

and peeked while you kissed

in that park on that rock

when those sprinklers went off

and that silken stream flowed

coolly beneath your feet

you skipped across an emerald sea

as fearless as two thrown river stones

and then surrendered your doubts

to a late summer’s night dream

you write about stars fading

into a brightening blue morning

and delicately tuck in that moment

like a child on the cusp of slumber.