The grey dragon descends through the low lying clouds like the ex-hale of a child
a farmer rakes the clouds and streaks of light show through
the rays cast down a pon your blossoming face
I sow your face as the spirit in you when you laughed
And did you see the planes turn in to flying silver beetles in the open sky
When I think of it I can’t stay still
while I lay next to you under the spinning sky, I shake with joy
you ask me if I'm cold
I say "no, why? are you?"
I’m a ditz, not conscious of my own shivering
not aware you might not know it's from joy
we turn on to our bellies
and you dig into the ground with your fingers and eat dirt
I ask how can we be of the earth and yet not of this world?
dogs run by like mad trains
you tell me that dogs are the most oppressed and miss understood animals
I frown and think, look at the joy in the dumb happy face of a dog
but I know what you mean
the dogs owner yells at him, COME, HERE!!!
and you can see that he doesn't want to
because he doesn't do it
he stand next to us
"Come Here!" the owner yells again
and you know what?
we'll be here forever