Bright and warm, dry, the sun’s friendly. Sweet smell, cool dark grey branch windy. Footsteps close a journal. My hands wave in fluid air. Nothing hurts just holds there. Slick grass hands numb me blind. Matte white spines poke, cactus smiles. Thick smog blur lake, sky for miles. Dinner’s far, forever’s pause. Avocado shade shells. Bones click into root wells. Eyelids slide under view. Breath purple buds, their scents dance. Open air bends, for heat’s glance. Gravel helps the smolder. Rope holds plastic red swing, disc for dancing, seat ring. Cobble marks the atrophy. Blue shrill voice calls out from trees. Orange branch pluck, sighs ‘Take these.’ Sour pulls my face gladly.