snapping like twigs
we waltzed through the American night.
what glowing children we became
words bubbling
and splintering softly
from our mouths.
cradled in each unique smile
buzzing like old power lines
we ate bread and chocolate.
you painted a mountain
over the living room window.
in the still hum of morning
we all put on slippers
and waltzed again
down familiar streets
reading everyone's mail.