Off-white, creamy hydrangeas the color I want 
my wedding dress to be. In full bloom, fluffy 
like clouds and cold foam and cotton balls. Like 
the Siamese wandering around in the grass with 
the reading girl. Cicadas buzzing. Fall taunting 
sweet July, a couple crisp leaves rolling around 
on the pavement. The rest of the green leaves 
dance in the breeze, oblivious to what’s nearing 
a couple short months away. My linen outfit will 
be retired then, green pants and white blouse wrinkled, 
crumpled in the back of my closet. 

But for now, let the sun beat on my back, 
sweat soak through my linen shirt, 
and breeze tease the lovely leaves in their glorious state of oblivion.