OverTheRainbow

& the sun through the windows & a clapping song playing

on the speakers, 45 degrees outside & almost sunny

& nothing to do, well, a lot to do, but the sun through the windows

new converse, christmas lights strung up til march, arcade pizza glistening with grease, red hair dye, burnt-off fog, rain, i think, or the dew on grass, dark lip stain, tracks in fresh snow, heavy vanilla, old lemon peel, pink ribbons forgotten o

-- free would,

& all the spiraling connotations that come

in the afterthoughts of it, the explanations,

the tin bucket full of pieces with bark still on

for no one wants something they could've had. 

twenty-five degrees out & the air is sweet

with just enough sun to make it taste like springtime,

& flowers, & the freshness of the world after it rains.

we dance without jackets & twirl in the fading light,

and if we could all walk with our feet

firm on the ground, feeling the universe, feeling the world

so distant become what nurtures us,

if we could all walk only for a moment

without our hatred, without our grudges,