happy bits

happy bits are all around. they are sitting along the four straight edges of the kite, laughing, blowing bubbles, making faces. they are rolling over each other in the bright grass, watching kids play ball. they are hiding in the fluffy pink feathers of curious birds, perched on the tree branches, curving their long necks. the sky is clear. the air is crisp. the day is full of happy bits.

subtleties

the coral red. the greens, the grays. last day. today. i say good bye. it feels as you have just arrived. the apprehension, yearning, thirst. the longing glance. the subtle voice. wave of the hand. the strand of hair. the wish, the blow. you are not there.