Photos of Kat

I think you're beautiful,
standing barefoot in the grass,
in a leather jacket and a dress,
laughing.
I don't know what you're laughing it,
but from your dimply grin,
I'm assuming it is from happiness.
Your aviators reflect the garden:
yellow tulips and purple mums,
clashing, meshing, blending now.
I've never seen anything,
anyone,
so bright.