Blown Away
I'm gonna have lunch with the sky. It's been way too long since we got together. I'll run downstairs through hallways into bursts of blue. Perhaps never return to work, words, paper clips, bookshelves. Who needs cash when there's so much green grass to hoard? Forget about food. I'll drink up sunshine, nibbling juicy clouds. O sky, you are my solar mate. We will be faithful always. Come home now. . . I will never look at another.