Roof-tops cannot see me There are no windows there for curious eyes to peer through And so I sit With my dressing gown open Slouching off each shoulder Piled up in the crooks of my elbows
The street crawls into view As I lean back to cool my skin on the wall I hear a car approaching But it approaches lazily So I linger for a moment Skin singing with the sudden chill tickling
Tiny yellow flowers Across a driveway unknown to me Call out to the sun Confusing her for their mother But the sun has gone now Leaving pools of darkness under each needle in the pine trees And sending shivers dancing across my bare back Up my shoulders