spray paint on my finger tips.
the garage door open.
petrichor and weed.
iTunes on shuffle.
a cop drives by.
I wave.
shirts drying.
on ladders and such.
save one for under vest.
donate the rest.
hope the world finds them.
and I see them later.
in Orlando.
or anywhere.
my hands now on my hips.
pride is stupid.
Chris comes out.
laughs and leaves.
I grow tired.
wash my hands in the rain.