clouds

finding yourself inexplicably laying on a rooftop learning stranger songs;
palmtopalm & cheektocheek. children with bellys full of laughter, giggling
until mothermoon is bright and smiling. matching up the lines of their hands
and comparing notes of thumbs and things.
"i'm glad you are the way you are"


the summer is already itching at her toes.
time to pack up the gypsy caravan; grab friends, lovers, oranges and just

roam.