the smell of freshly cut grass
and pachouli oil.
rain, in gentle showers, sheets, or torrential downpours
and lightning dancing in the sky.
my dog Cleo’s nose
and her yawns, when I smell her sweet doggie breath.
the sound of laughter, when it comes from a child
and to cry like a baby until I fall asleep.
zinnias, with flowers as big as my hand,
sunflowers too.
the sound of tree frogs, during the rainy season,
the sound of a sigh.
chocolate, the milk kind, to eat by myself,
not sharing with anyone.
and I love you, when you play legos with me,
like we did as children.
