"Today I bought
the first pumpkin
of my season.
The sun was
hitting the water
in tiny explosions;
the grass was as pure
as a revival meeting.
I thought of your smile
on my long walk home
with the leaves
dropping aimlessly
and the sound
of roller skates.
When the door opened
you burst upon me
like a diamond."
Dorothea Grossman (via grammatolatry)
