warming up


We spread organic packing peanuts

in leaves on a November night.

Pea-nuts, silly as they

are, strewn across dew kissed grass.

Latching onto leaves

trees, and feet.

You were worried

I run slow.

It was fun.

They were gone

2 hours later in purple morning hours

because we stayed up all night

talking about Hitler and French poetry

listening to Frank fly to the moon.

Later, we will wish

our mark was

left. Because now we

are leaving.

But really—

we were silly for thinking

it would stay for morning eyes

because we stood

picking peanuts off our shoes

thinking they would never come off.