Sigh No More by Nicole Barth [4/28/12]

I'm dreaming of a place where cello strings hum
a tune on the wooden slats of a park bench and
watercolor sunsets never fade. 
A cabin beneath the owl's nest. 


A place rusted bicycles would know. 
Our breaths the only interruption in the summer haze; 
no hesitations. 


Our backs against the trunk of a Willow tree; 
the air coated with the smell of rain. 
The freckles in our eyes would align.