Reaching for the sky are the branches
of the earths dead sleeping friend.
Plastered beneath is a death of frost.
The air seems quite thin around this time.
The wind is silent but it’s temperature let’s you know it’s there.
It’s sunny today he thought.
Blur as he passes in that green wagon.
Layla.
She wasn’t fine but ran okay.
Took him where he needed to go.
Red lights and the colors of signs,
unrecognizable by the children in their back seats.
Listen to that sound…
Invisible waves creating what we call music..
Is that the kid.
Songs about seasons.