iii. exactly

outside my window
trees are dancing
i want to ask the wind
about the music it's making
i want to hold the hands
with more blisters, more scrapes
more freckles
why make a home there
and some spots eventually disappear
maybe-- they'll escape it
blue shirted girl asked this everyday
shoveling sugar and milk
down her throat in
lieu of coffee
after all 6th grade was rough
like dead skin
begging to be peeled
off
itching because it only wants to be new again.
and shouldn't we put it out of misery?
do your chores right now.
8:45 PM
sun said bye already, moon hasn't showed up, but rain has.

more lines--mostly because i'm trying to post everyday,
casey