for nice weather,
for proactive friends,
for Venus to bless me with her gift.
I’m waiting for grays to turn blue,
reds to turn pink,
and rotting oranges to ripe apples.
I’m waiting for bike rides down napping neighborhoods,
for love of all sizes to call for my attention.
I’m waiting for the brief moment in between sleep and wake.
where I forget I am alive.
I’m waiting for bliss.