Buford from Maia by Louvena the Scout

Warmth in the air pools in lungs eventually seeping into the heart, extending to handshakes and smiles between strangers and hugs and love between friends.
I remember the cookouts
with the neighbors each night, the honeysuckle
by grandma’s pool and sucking out the honey until we were called inside for dinner. We snuck sugar cubes from her kitchen and gambled them off like poker players when we really just played Go Fish.
Though each day was a special type of warm the leaves
never changed, the green never faded to orange to brown to white. The friendly warmth never extended past white, and we were told never to pass the ivory fence or the world would get much darker.
One day on our way to church we drove past the fence
and I saw the sun still shining, steam rising from grills, children smiling and sucking the honey out of the honeysuckles.

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