Casually Making it Up

Spin-Cycle Downwards I Play in the Sprinkler
Casually drifting between my two speakers
The water it tickles alone by my ankles

The sun and it's wind both changing direction
The Leaves slightly bothering their neighbors complexion
And taking up room where there were conversations

Dry-Cycle Upwards I Fall out of the Sprinkler
Cautiously Awaken the child inside her
And beg him to play... one more time...

- KMF 1.18.07