What's your favorite color
he asks
my head
nestled in the pillow
of his belly
bobbing with
the rhythm of his words
I sigh
squinting my
eyes against the sun
that's bursting forth
through the
canopy of leaves
casting
cool shadows
across the
foliated ground
"green"
I whisper
my breath
interlacing
with the wind
that rustles
the boughs
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