Tuesday, June 26, 2012

10:45

When you ride the train a little bit later in the morning,
Things open up.

There's the girl with the yellow-lined boots,
The man with a hole in his house.
The boy with the skateboard, and
The girl with the bow shooting a scatterburst of arrows all across her back.

There's the man in the suit with the bike,
The man in the suit with a radio, a hat and a bucket packed tight with wooden flowers.

There's a grey parrot riding underground with me,
and we both miss the sky.

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