every single shade
of green
was created in calistoga
the hills hit fast with
neon baby grass
ash green moss and
deep douglass fir
we ride bikes in the rain
your barefoot against
mustard shocks
poisonous yellow in vineyards
cigarette share acrobatics
lets pitch movie ideas
read poetry books
sleep on other peoples
couches
someone i meet five minutes ago
braids my hair
tiny little braids, i get
lost she says, in your hair, i get lost
unicorn cups and everythings
damp, i scuff my boots
on the curb and talk to
you on the phone, two little kids
ride by in plastic trucks
i get so distracted, i dont hear what you say
a tiny little boy with a fire mans hat
and overalls is waving in the rain
looking back at me as he scrapes his hot wheels
along the curb
thats all that seems to matter
at that point
i cant unlock
my eyes
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