Freeze-Frame / The Right Millisecond

 

We can gargle our smiles

And sit with our heads alit

Skulls boosted by

August air

 

We are lifted now

 

*

 

The summer is on a gurney;

The plastic wheels start to

Melt and stick to the floor

 

Men try to roll out the cold

Men try to paint the leafs

 

No one is fooled

 

We are in for another

Year of August heat

 

*

 

Freeze-frame; I screen capped

A video to a moment where

We both smiled

 

Sadness paused as Time’s

Jurisdiction was defiled

 

A crying face stopped at

The right millisecond

Appears to laugh

 

And you haven’t laughed

In a while