sky

it's time to rest, to push, to soar; tip toe dancing on the blue line, whistle a yellow tune, watch birds fly. i like the mornings, i love the setting. we walk across the streets till the orange sun comes up, see the grey shadows form and disappear into the side tight houses. it's bright, it's windy, chilly. My tie's a flying. no school. let's get something to eat. what's your favourite, what's mine. buns. Don't rush, sooth it like time and its heat will run. enjoy the slow brown gravy. enjoy the company. enjoy the enjoy. we thought of sitting on the purple bench, we thought of dreaming. we sit on the green grass contemplating the blue. we become bun eaters, become cool. we become pilots, doctors. we design, teach, guide. we become rich. we remain white simple. our little hearts turn giant. giant in vision, giant in love. giant in patience. giant in life. giant. big ones. chubby. little did our eyes squint enough to let the sun reflect some. shiny when look from the sidelines.

it's time. oh my silver coin. it flipped out and rolled into the drain. we discuss. we decide. i thought i would leave it. i went in. pick up. wipe a wipe. good to use. yeah. good to use. for another bun, another day for the same. move and sky. always. move and sky.