
I don’t want to go to work
because this morning smells like the
memory of lying on a hot trampoline
I’m only fourteen, and the sun is bigger
than it ever gets anymore
and the breeze touches me
more gently than you ever could
brushing my hair with the scents of summer
I’ve never seen a sky that’s more blue
or more forever
the edges of it surrender
to the turning of the Earth
and I think about how I’ve never been in love
it’s coming sooner than you’d expect
when all of this peace becomes a wreck
of grown up problems
in a young girl’s body
you make me think you could solve them
but then I think you’re nothing
compared to the trampoline, daisies
the smell of spring
the beginning of everything
the dandelion clock is ticking
every soft second floats away
lost in the hardness of today