Forget how tightly your muscles bind your bones

All the cancers of the world couldn’t stop me
not on this day of trees cleaning the air

underbrush of my face in my hands on
the fourth or fifth day after I’ve lost ten pounds or

nothing ever feels right
On the bright side the wind moves over me

I make a drag in the current
I’m a blip on someone’s radar
got to be with eyes like these

two blue marbles running the show

Sit on the grass ignoring things in your pocket
Come sit with me on the grass

Turn and look at the kick that sends
the ball out of bounds and the boy running after it

You see:
               I’m the boy
you’re the boy    
                         We’ve decided to stretch out our legs

into a pendulum swing send
                                             the orange sun flying