Pinkies

we walk through the grass,

off path, heading towards the road

where streetlights illuminate the trail

like fireflies. 

we trudge through the darkness that 

engulfs the field and he

turns back to me,

the far lights accentuating 

his toothy grin and the 

whites of his eyes.

we continue on,

our pinkies entwined. 

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