Outside Sandwiches
Peanut butter on the porch swing
Jam dripping down my sleeve
Ants are marching for the crust crumbs
Summer air so hard to breathe
Clouds like cotton, soft and lazy
Lemonade in paper cups
Grass stains on my favorite T-shirt
Eating slow, the sun comes up
No roof above our picnic
Just the sky, so blue and wide
Sandwiches taste better
When there’s nothing on our side
Wind blows napkins to the treetops
We don’t chase them, let them fly
Outside sandwiches for two now
You and I and open sky