Sitting underneath a cloudless sky
Hawks circle lazily above
Green grass all around around around
Sounds of never-ending construction reverberate across the riverbed
How can there possibly be so much blue in one sky?
I can clearly feel the late-summer sun on my skin
warm, over-bearing, reminding me I am alive
the wind passes through brushing away the worst of the unmitigating heat
as if to say "It'll all be okay, don't worry."
and yeh wind, I would like to shake your hand
be on my way
But I'm not ready