out into the white yellow concrete jungle across heat soaked stone
she wished, with a childish grin, for a quest, the whoosh, she said a twinkle in her eyes
and i, tethered to her by locks of lustrous, thick hair, followed her into the void my world reduced to the slightest slits tingly, weightless, floating, bobing on the heat, following
and she dancing just ahead adorned in pineapples, and melons, and cherries, and the tiny phone in the tiny pocket nestled between her shoulder blades,