we sit

bees swarm

trouble finds them

newspapers and backs of hands

getting up

wading through crowds

designer jeans worn by misfit teenagers

stretching and warranting a surprise

here comes the sun

milk and honey

blisters find fingers

searching for sustenance

blankets fall uneven

grass not mowed

nothing distracting us

we now lay alone

looking up

beautiful side of duality

potential disaster

as ashes fall, we cheer

could they imagine

this cunning freedom

we walk back

to homes undisturbed