sense

cool blue like summer’s evening washes
gently over this puddle soaked
dusk in june the air thick with
night it’s like i’m here again
i might as well be it tastes like new
grass and i shiver it is
going to be cold tonight i remember
the ground gives a little as my bare
feet carry me still wet from the
rain it’s raining right now but i’m there
colored in twilight smeared by
tears which come to rest quietly on
my face here and again leaving small
flower petals like salt and stars
i’m sure this didn’t happen the first time
but it will happen every time i remember
i can tell