Friday, May 29, 2020

young summer

the day cleared up too fast
rain's permission gone
for god knows

at a loss with desire
drunk with loud birds again/still

didn't set up the day
for release

casually possessed,
I turn on the piano from
the beginning
of this mess

I think of him when
scooping the chocolate chips
and when I shout at the squirrel
climbing up through
the bottom of my car

unearthing interest/

made it all the way
to the beach on
one feeling
scootering on the grass

the trees are all purple
please love me

doing the washing
to be with cool water