Fleet of pillows

August 5, 2011

Come, lie with me
Friends, neighbors, comrades
This bed of grass was built for us
We are suited to its luxuries
Come, sprawl, wrapped in the sheets of sun
And watch the clouds march along
Off to do their bidding, whatever it is
Wherever it is, but not here
Right here, right now, we are simply onlookers, you and I
In a place untouched, unknown
Beneath a fleet of pillows

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