I pick up Gigi
on the strip of road with no sidewalk
and I unintentionally strut,
wearing the short-shorts I slept in
and a shirt that the breeze blows through,
my chin forward and my shoulders back.
I carry her snug
in between my ribs and my hip.
I can feel her back legs
dangling behind me
and I suppress a laugh
that ends up as a wild grin
because why is she the cutest thing in the world?
and I know she’s relieved for a little break
and we're almost home
to rinse off the morning dew from her paws
that apparently can create itchy yeast,
did you know that?
I look up at my kitchen window
and I hope to see you looking down
so I can smile even bigger
and you can wave
and later I’ll put a teaspoon
of cherry syrup
over my iced espresso
and think about how much I love
the prelude to summer
only to be a little late for work again.
(Daily Writing 039)
Thoughts?