My Girl
I saw you
While I was walking my short brown dog
Clouds inflated with sunlight
Pink sky reflected in snow
It’s winter again
And I’m in love
I hear your laugh on Sunday morning
The morning dove’s call
I don’t know what I thought it’d be
Not intoxicated smiles
Or mini pumpkins
Hands collapsed
Walking out of Sprouts
You’re rainy walks in July
The smell of lavender
Walking through a meadow
Grass brushes against fingertips
You’re my girl
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