There was something about yesterday that warmed my heart:
Maybe it was the crisp air that chilled my cheeks to a rosy pink
or the bonfire smell drifting from the yard of
the guy that sells firewood down the road.
It could have been the soft colors of the weeds that tricked my mind into believing
they were golden fields of wheat
and Diego and I were on some great American adventure
with the waning sunlight and epic orchestra music in the background.
All throughout the neighborhood
the sounds of children squealing could be heard
as they squeezed the life out of
precious after-school winter sunlight.
We were ready to ride off into the sunset...
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