under the grass is where I belong in due time. above the sky there is everything else. when I walk down a laneless lawn I am reminded how utilitarian shoes are. I meet very few romantics who like shoes. under the trees is nothing more than searching for respite, in the branches searching for the chance to fly. I've never met a child who stays focused for more than is natural. what is natural focus. I poured chamomile tea down my rain gutters. it's one way to invite gulls into a raised gutter. when I make mouse homes in the backyard, I often wonder how to untangle the clouds from my thoughts. inebriation can happen with the image of dead mint leaves. when was the last time my naked body felt grass dew.