beverly wyatt

with the greenery that surrounds me, (like a falling feeling)
just a walk through the open country.
It inflates me with an entirely different perspective. (when I drive)
after a winter with nothing left, you need a place to rest your head
and a great escape to make your hands warm
we will sleep again, when we feel it in our blood
we will rest our heads, when the time comes
i will open up my skin
(where's the heart? covered in concrete)
and let this small town in with love
(it yells "get up, shut up, move on")
i will breathe this in
(new england trees)
let it fill my lungs
(reappearing)
there should be a scar from the hours we've wasted at work
why should living be something we earn?
there should be a mark from the launch when we outgrew this earth
this ship keeps us safe until we return.