we sit in floors or on kitchen countertops
as though they're the factors
responsible for holding us together
through all these years.

we'll run in the middle of the street
with rain brightening the pavement,
we'll see our reflections
as we run, arms outstretched, faces drenched,
& realize life can be simple.

we'll play on pianos,
or become regulars at small town restaurants
with milkshake traditions,
fights over shotgun & who wins the license plate game.
we'll sit in basements -watching the classics
& realize we're becoming classics ourselves.