Summer Movements

“Ugh!” exclaimed with a new kind of smile

dissolves into confetti, falling in the air around her.

Little motions, freckles of possibility on their backs.

Firecracker flowers shooting up, out of the faded green

blades on the side of a highway. Breaking the speed limit,

not once or twice, but morning after morning.

He takes his coffee sweetened with sincerity,

 his sugar words melt on her tongue.

They hate the summer they once loved,

because it is the months, the distance,

pausing a black and white, Paris in the rain,

swept off the feet, starry-eyed movie.