i got away
i did nothing
we drove to the country
we fell asleep in a honeysuckle field
we watched a million fireflies.
tim and i chased fireflies through the fields.
evenmoreso than stars.)
tyler and i decided we could live on honeysuckle.
(and even go into business:
honeysuckle wine, honeysuckle bread,
honeysuckle soap, honeysuckle deodorant…)
last night was good.
every good thing given and every perfect gift is from above,
coming down from the father of lights,
with whom there is no variation or shifting shadow.