Sunday

i'm alive.

i hope you are happy with where you are now.
does she line your clothes up for you the night before?
i hope the rain drops slow, like it does on mars.
why are you so nice? does she drink her water with ice?
does the sun shine on your brown skin like the days of July?
remember the toad we caught together that evening?
does she like to sing the worms goodnight?
when the stars shine, can you see her soul?
i hope you smile every morning you rise.
the sparrow will bless your day, as each goes.
do you like the sand in between your toes?
i hope she shows you the universe through blind eyes.

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