stirling

we sat
one on each green step
on the door stoop
eating ice cream
scraping carmel off the sides
with small plastic spoons
facing cobbled streets
talking
about sunshine
basking
in the sensation
of simple pleasure

being awake to the world

after sunset, before dark

seasonally

the light lingers longer on the day

gracing us all with minutes

of dusk, and shadowy purples

we haven't seen since last year

walking,

i forget this

and my eyes keep widening

as if that can defeat the darkness

losing track of time

until the street lights

turn on with a buzz

as i pass underneath

friends i haven't seen in a while

and friends i just left

cross through my thoughts

not knowing how they see the spring

as a time of warmth

renewal

just wondering

my boots hit the ground

the heel wearing off

into frayed pieces of plastic

the idle confusion of thoughts

significant enough to keep myself company

yet not enough to distill

into a single, profound poem