lying in the hot sun today

watch as the clouds run away

thought a little while about you

the sky was a petrifying blue

and while the geese flew past

for no reason at all

i let the sky fall

this is an empty country, and i am the king

and i should not be allowed to touch anything



i picked myself up off the ground

shook the gras from my hair and i

walked around

welcome warm sunlight in my eye

strangers passing by

i shimmied up the black walnut tree

let the hard blue sky fall right through me

and i saw the sad young cardinals, trying to sing

and i should not be allowed to touch anything