Last Summer
About a year ago, I thought the world was ending
and I had never been
so thrilled.
I never left the books I read lying around.
I clutched them to my chest and carried them
with me always.
At any moment, the smoke could have become too thick, too close--
but we were always
just out of reach.
We were on the map, on the news,
and under the red skies we thrived.
The city and the smoke
were the only things on my mind.
Everything else
was distant.
Words and words and words and
windows. Trying to find a cool spot
under the sun, so I might turn the pages.
I don't think I've ever walked so much
in my entire life.
We liked to watch the boats go out.
As long as I was home before it was too dark,
I could walk into the sun
and it would swallow me, showing me the sidewalk.
Rain
and funny little birds,
always smiling, touching, running away.
Perhaps this year,
the world will end again.
and I had never been
so thrilled.
I never left the books I read lying around.
I clutched them to my chest and carried them
with me always.
At any moment, the smoke could have become too thick, too close--
but we were always
just out of reach.
We were on the map, on the news,
and under the red skies we thrived.
The city and the smoke
were the only things on my mind.
Everything else
was distant.
Words and words and words and
windows. Trying to find a cool spot
under the sun, so I might turn the pages.
I don't think I've ever walked so much
in my entire life.
We liked to watch the boats go out.
As long as I was home before it was too dark,
I could walk into the sun
and it would swallow me, showing me the sidewalk.
Rain
and funny little birds,
always smiling, touching, running away.
Perhaps this year,
the world will end again.