it’s summer

a still one-and-all around

me and my best friend

sitting nex to

bubbling

while it’s  just a music

and grashoppers I can

hear I’m

driving

Chris Rea on the radio, we are

freeeeeeeee


wind

whirling my

hair

mixed with my best

friend’s one and birds of

our voices crush out

the egg shells

and launch their wings

as for the first

time in the air being

freeeeeeeeeee


our land ‘scapes

the desert sand dunes

and intense scents

of tar and honey

bees

buzz

and sun

squeezes

its shells of warmth

around-us

on the journey