Beach Sand

Inspired by my best friend

Purple shorts against fast legs

4 walls painted blue and a white door

The smell of fresh cut grass and burning sand

Floats in the window from the houses next door

Summer's breath screaming at us

Like the cicadas hiding in the tall grass.

And the suns nearly setting now,

The temperature seemed to plummet

Faster than the bee that flew by the window.

Sitting against the wall on a creaking bed frame

Laughing at things that don't make sense

To outsiders who cared enough to listen in.

The soundtrack to Avengers playing down the road

At the drive-in, screen illuminating the other side

Of town, while we sit in the house in the dark

Windows wide open, lights shut off.

Waking up to the sounds of deep dog barks

Smiles singing from the night before

And sand in my shoes that won't seem to fall out.