sunday afternoon

It's the spring Sunday afternoon like this
that's like nostalgia in a bottle -
the breeze, the beautiful weather, and
just a little bit of
The Chicago Peter Cetera.

When you open that bottle
it's the spontaneous punch
of drunk ass love, even if
you can't recognize where it came from.

the punch.
the love.
the drunken haze of happiness
and the wealth of emptiness
in terms of any real concerns
except for the two
who love
under a strong sun
and the soft breeze perfecting
the heat
and comfort.