the sky in california is a different shade of blue
the sort that whispers in your ear
and tells you to rest
the sort of sky that beckons you
to sleep
the marijuana breeze a blanket over your body
the sky speaks to us all
to the crack addled maniac wailing in the riverbed
to the almond growers laughing in the fields
to the housewives caking their faces to cover bruises left by their lovers
to the ******* kids speeding on the freeways
in early autumn when the heat makes children cry
and the forests fall to fire and wind
the sky tells you to close your eyes
and wait
in winter when the sky is more gray than blue
and the ocean thrashes with wild anxiety
the sky tells you to wait
and in the spring when the rains finally come
and the hills burst with green
the sky tells you to wait
but in the summer when the sun never goes down
and the roller rink never closes
the sky sings to you
and tells you to wake up
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 5:06 PM UTC
the sky in california is a different shade of blue
the sort that whispers in your ear
and tells you to rest
the sort of sky that beckons you
to sleep
the marijuana breeze a blanket over your body
the sky speaks to us all
to the crack addled maniac wailing in the riverbed
to the almond growers laughing in the fields
to the housewives caking their faces to cover bruises left by their lovers
to the ******* kids speeding on the freeways
in early autumn when the heat makes children cry
and the forests fall to fire and wind
the sky tells you to close your eyes
and wait
in winter when the sky is more gray than blue
and the ocean thrashes with wild anxiety
the sky tells you to wait
and in the spring when the rains finally come
and the hills burst with green
the sky tells you to wait
but in the summer when the sun never goes down
and the roller rink never closes
the sky sings to you
and tells you to wake up
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