They had barbecue and peach
cobbler and made easy
conversation about blue skies
cloudy days and spring dreams.

She told him about the time
she lost her joy and how she’d
searched so hard to find it.

He told her that she was
his joy and that he’d
searched so hard to find her.

They swung on the swings
and let it all wash over them,
the blue skies, the cloudy days
the losings and the findings.

The joys.