I’m leaning against a wooden fence
with its white paint
I spot you across the green of that open field.
You’re dancing with the high grass.
The wind consumes my call.
You’re swaying in that dress.
I’ve always loved that dress.
There’s a blue vat above you.
You look upward and smile.
I smile too, knowing an open sky is the best audience.
I inhale deeply, dreaming of leaving my demons.