I’m watching the clouds break
and rain bleeding
stripping; away.

You sit with me
eating mandarins in the field of
sunflowers that hide us,
Spitting pips sucked on
back and forth.
You pull the leaves from your hair
and let the world drain before us.
Lightning storms
a flash
gone.

But you offer me
marshmallows, hold my hand
and we toast
over firelight and
the sun comes out.