Breathe
Inhale the deep frustration
Lighten up dear, it’s a hoax
A Jack In The Box, spring-back
Whirlwind of winded emotions
I wake up
Remember to blink
Once more, for good measure
Turn around to see a familiar body
But a forgetful road
Crick, Crank
Churn the cogs, another spent, another done
Minutes dancing off my brain stems
Watercolor fades to gone
I am too, in this for the long haul
For the touch, the honest smell
Gliding past my nose
I see a small me down the road
She spreads her fingers across the dried-out, Summer grass
Jaundice yellow, dissipating into dust
She wonders why each blade of grass could not stay green
And always alive
