sleeping in the middle of the day
stand in line,
one after the other. Chase a butterfly
and watch the grass grow
the sun's watching us from behind the trees.
it's a California christmas,
salt on the walkways and split desserts.
save the weather for another day
and scare the Crows off the roof - they
pray and moan
fire boards in between our floors,
smells like smoke. Crisp weeds and
cockroach air.
you're holding my heart and I'm Clutching yours like a rope
tied to a tiny boat in the middle of the storming waters,
so afraid it'll split between my teeth,
break my molars and leave me with
Crooked teeth.
crows in the tall grasses,
weather like springtime,
glassy water sunshine.
we're alright.
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