pepper


they say spring is when new things start,
but really it's july
was the start
of something
that tasted like pepper.

red hair
(but brown, really)
carved brown eyes
he
was pepper

rain
and a leaking roof,
sand and a kayak
to cityscapes and trains,
chalk, and food trucks

fireworks
a playground and a bundle of nerves
for what came next
she knew,
and
it tasted like
pepper.
smelled like smoke,
cinnamon and sugar,
and wood chips

hands interlaced and
feet walked up the sidewalk
as mouths just talked
and stomachs fluttered
just a bit.

she could still taste pepper

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