If we got stuck 

In an elevator 

Would we have a real conversation 

For once? 

Could I make you laugh 

If we were in an elevator 

Would you trust 

The little girl sat in her swing

blond curls the way they are before

you grow up the everywhere I don't care

it looks like my hair was woven from sunlight

a throne for a flower crown.

Sat down drew

on a piece of paper

the land

we knew.

Sat down drew

lines between

us

----

them

it's a squiggle here

decided,

the river's clear

ly a bound