lunch brake

got the flow, I slide
head over feet, cotton brained and candy in my mouth
I felt a child's hand on my shoulder
I sighed... Took a deep breath and jumped into the pool with my clothes on
shoes and everything
An orange light bulb warming my dampened heart
and silence sounding like Jacques Brel in the 70s
We eat pickles on a Sunday afternoon in the park
wax rappers float and Frisbees cut the wind in slices , toasted with cream cheese
I wonder if happiness prefers me or you
And I wonder what peaches taste like under water