I fell off a mountain.
Face up,
the wind carrying me down
like an anchor,
a falling bomb

the sky has never looked
so blue before
and rocks,
never
so tall

where a little rabbit is running
hopping over black,
blue bleeding through
the willows
And I'm gasping for air
and laughing

hysterically laughing

for the joy of blue.
the joy of here and now.
the joy of running through the
woods like an animal.
where in Michigan

you can't see me falling.

Darling, life isn't
really
complicated
at all.