Peace and Love

Him sitting in the car under the brutal sun

His mouth a straight line of impatience

The hair curling on the back of his neck from the humidity

As he waits

Her floating from the house

In her sweet summer dress and sparkling sandals

Delicate fingers enclose the knob on the red door

Glorious and all legs

She owns the steps

One by one

He smiles and pretends to not have been irritated

Sheryl J. Bize Boutte

9/2010