Joy is a summer night.
Mosquitoes buzzing in the air and
The laughter of long-time friends
After your marshmallow erupts ablaze from
A fire that conveys ash, decorating the air like confetti
Joy is a sunrise.
In your grandmother’s home
Sitting on the hardwood
As a cat lay on the windowsill
Watching the colors blend in a symphony
Joy is a first love.
Butterflies swish inside
At the sight of that face
That makes your knees buckle
And a smile sparking fireworks to nip at your fingertips
Joy is in everything
If one squints hard enough
At dusty photographs
At events unfolding with torn edges
And at hands to hold, things to see, and moments yet to be
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