on breezes and bohemia.
on rooftops and rhythm.
on sun lamps and shower heads.
mad for the moon and the listeners’ launch.
Short-haired girl
with chloroplasts in her skin,
speaking to me about
Earth-based Buddhism,
the best way to scale that roof, and
which cave holds Uranium isotopes.
Reincarnation has her as a solar panel, but
Vega wants us walking between the night again.
She sat me down in an empty fountain,
leaned me back to watch the stars,
stood to sing a song she wrote while walking.
how do i say goodbye to those i love
looks a lot like
how do i show those i love that i love them
PLUTO BLOOMING 