You and me are in a park

Dark tree branches wave.
You and me are in a park
Well past your curfew.

“What curfew?” you ask.
My mouth offers you no words
Only low laughter

And now I know it.
There is no curfew. Ever.
Now you touch my hair.

We swing, we dig, we
are caught up in the wonder
of our existence.

I toss a pebble,
You press your toes into sand
We split, we convene.

Night fresh at our lips
our bodies drink it. We sway
Intoxicated.

“What are you thinking?”
“What’s inside of everything”
Five ducks on water.

Listen to the ducks
They eat, honk, dive, spin, flutter,
Dark natural ducks.

We are dark ducks, too
all of us, eating bread crumbs
that come from above.

“Thank you for this night.
I could have lived without it,
But not very well.”