Crackling Sky

She was a white paper package on the doorstep. She was the orange sweater inside.

She was the cool-breezed bumblebee bobbing against the screen door. She was a lion.

She was thank you cards and mystery mail and treasure maps from faraway worlds.

She was the little blades of grass stuck in your hair. She was Paul Simon's scribbled words.

She was a wink and a smile and an invisible laugh.

She was the distant, crackling sky.