Rays shine warm breath on my neck, golden light in my hair Here comes the sun, catapulting life into overdrive while smiles glance off dew drops on tulip petals and the outside of my spoon, scooping red delicious watermelon dripping from My fingers, My lips, sweet sticky like baklava, or my mom when I leave home, affection caresses our words and tears. Honey filling our eyes, as we look back just once more, see if the other is smiling or crying(or both) Summers remind me of transition, coming home,going home. So many homes Written on July 18, 2010