Sunday Afternoon

remember my youth to me
tell me it's ok
to leave the laundry
and lie down in the grass

dirt on the knees
and under the nails
are the hippest sort
of fashion statement

when we laugh
it's easy and warm
it bubbles up and out of us
and is infectious
like a yawn

don't let me forget
the pleasure of root beer
from a frosty bottle

or the sleepy purple smell of wisteria

it has occurred to me
that i've grown up
way too fast

i've rushed
when i should've lingered

is that the lesson, children?

that sometimes, wasting time
isn't?