Hopeless eyes, focusing one deck a day after thirty tries 
at acing the trick for display. It'll take an evening to 
land that kickflip down by the Cleveland Zoo, but in the 
meantime you will be watched by the girls on the curb 
across from you. In the season of sweating, one boy heard 
you say that you were victimized by 'the critics who hate 
and don't play.' Fireflies are lighting the street where 
you play with a trumpeter's intent to match up and hit 
that one single line. And by the time that you land it, 
they'll be whispering that you're fine.