Pina

If I could suggest
Things will ever get different

The day is long enough

I see leaves twirl
In the marshmallow clouds
Winds of a butterfly passing by
Flood my brain and
Rinse it calm and dry

Ascending moons shake the tree
Shake the tree
We lean on

I think about
Not a single move
In the game seems to pass

Oh well

A fisherman must
Have good glutes

All at rest

And flowers sink
Their heads

Stop licking
My toes I say