Lay Back, Nice Wind Day!
In a field. In a park. In almost Autumn. In almost love. In the line of sight of bikeriders and baseball players and boys and girls on blankets cuddling. In bikini tops some of them. In sweatpants, shirts and ties, mesh tanks and spandex, all the others. In debt and hock and line for unemployment benefits. In the sun. In line with his lap, your head. Lay back.
Your long brown hair, half your neck, your smile now pointed straight up at the sky, your eyes now squinting to make out his nose, the conversation you're continuing to have as if this is the position from which conversations should continue to be had, all of it in his lap. Nice wind.
Happy Lay Back, Nice Wind Day!