Where to land when the only thing significant is the feeling of grass on your skin
Noticing one feature of an infinite amount
Seeking the passing breeze for its moment, the moment
For a covering of water
Loving the drying drips for the way the beads roll
Knowing their tracks leave burns
To fall off the roof
And know the feeling of the pavement
But love the comfort between here and there
To be frozen in one part of something
Longer
Waiting for the summer's rays