Threshold

Been missing summer mornings

Kicked back on the saggy futon

Tank tops and tube socks

Blowing the AC

Shoulders icy to the touch

We threw open the windows

Someone put on Billy Joel and

The smell of sunlit grass

Filled the room

I can hear it

Even now

Clinking mimosa glasses and

Peals of laughter

Ringing out

From across

Some distant threshold