am I. The only high-rise I enjoy
is the sun rise early in the morning.
I don't like lying tangled up in the sheets
in my bed snoring. My friends are

the jay and the robin, the chipmunk
and bunnies hopping in my back
yard. The only stars I follow are
the shining beacons painted on

a moonlit sky. I have no ties
that bind me. You can find me
under the old oak tree in a canopy
of emerald leaves, swinging in my denim

hammock, drinking coffee out of
my ceramic cup, curled up with a
book. Simple things you cannot take from
me, cool me down like a summer's breeze.