like a good steam engine
chugging along peace
counting the solemn tracks
as they got sucked under
my front window
in the early morning blue
I thought about you
but you were a distant star
and the sun would soon swallow you
and I couldn’t feel anything
so I climbed down the side ladder
55 mph
and let my hand kiss the grass
I thought about, what if
I collected enough dew
to drink, it’d be good
but still, I felt nothing
so I fell off
and felt the ground
and watched myself barrel by
I listened to the morning doves
and god, that perfect moment, I let out a sigh
I have to watch the sun come up
but I’d rather die.
