Tuesday, June 4, 2013


unsure where concrete ends
yellow polka dots bounce
the chants of promise lead the way
waiting, let's go let's go
sleepy eyes give the concrete charm
words are lost in grateful bursts
palette pillow of granules and dust
the sky becomes my bed
aching mornings of salty vision
dry with thick groggy skin
the sky becomes my roadway
unsure where grass begins