Stars Azaleas

I

Stars

The sand felt soft in my hair
We sang to the night
When we looked at the sky
Penetrating lights

The first words we spoke
We whispered
Listen. To the waves
Too much for us to say

Me:“They remind me of something
Bigger than myself”
You: “Like God. Look!
There’s another one
That one flew across the sky.”


II

Azaleas

I like the smells of your truck
And the way my hair never
Looks good when the wind blows it
Sunlight touches things that grow

When you drive me home
We talk about forever
Or hear old music
Blast through the broken radio


You move your arms around
As if you’re conducting a symphony
Composing excitement
We laugh at life with the windows rolled down


Me:“You remind me of something
Bigger than myself”
You: “Like God. Look!
There are hundreds of them
Let’s not let them pass before our eyes.”