Time to be cloud dip

she wears nothing heavy anymore

illicit hands

what what what

She needs your help

Your cheers

Your heart in a glass on the rocks

sea spray

a baseball cap

a shining wide grin

could he let her read it all

the darkness is absurd

She keeps looking without lights on

ridiculous intuition to guide her


dry your clothes in the sun

they’ll fade a little

but what will it matter

when you smell like summertime