February 29

You laugh because I roll down my window

February?

Maybe it was to feel

the warm air between my fingers.

Or maybe

I did it

just to see you laugh.

The tape reverses itself

It asks

“Why Can’t this Be Love?”

I ask

for a dance in the rain

Just to see you laugh again

Even though I mean it.

Four years?

I’d wait a lifetime.

©2001 Jennifer Davenport