Effie

16

Guava Dance

Sunny California,
won’t you warm me up
with your golden rays of light?
You can carry me away
and leave me atop
green grass mountains;
distract me from my
smog and smoky clouds,
so I’ll breathe only sweet air.
I’ll watch the palm trees sway
in distant valleys, full of
little people in little cars.
Won’t you bring me someone
to share this golden summer with?
Someone to watch the orange-red
fill the sky like watercolor
when we rise and fall asleep,
waiting for moments to never end.
As songs play in the distance,
flutes sway, guitars shake,
drums beat to a forest song.
Fruit in the guava trees
will hang low for us to eat
and we’ll dance in its shadows.
The grass will sigh beneath
our feet and the dirt will fly,
as the leaves swish like
sounds of laughter.
Our hair grows lighter,
beach bonfires last longer.
The waves lap against ankles
while we splash in warm, salty water.
Existing in limbo, without
thoughts distracting us from
before or after,
we are here and now.