Pecks precious to life sliding and cutting into grass,
Rectangle’s polka dot the night with a warm orange glow,
Fast moving clouds hissing and wailing with a cool breeze,
Tingling toes fiddle between the air’s touch,
Trees spit water while they wave hello,
Manipulating stars to match wishes,
Light rumble of tires calling,
The grey sky bawling,
I’m stalling,
Trying to just think
of what to write next.
