Greener grass

7:48

Before the iPhone alarm

The grass looks wet from the window

No car in the parking lot

Seeing a small pack of forest trees

They hold deep, moist water

The branches hang lower and lower

They feel worn down like my nerves

Drained nerves formed from the irritating itch of boredom

Knowing that belonging here at a temporary place

In the current space

Where resonation will never exist

Is healthy

Mirroring a community pool

Rain tickles it with soft, playful taps

Seen once, felt sadness

In the moment, a tenant walks the dog

By the pool

He allows the dog to relieve himself

He refuses to pick up the mess

Annoyed first, raising an eyebrow

Then it is understood

We’re wet

We’re tired

Go home

Dry off

Eyes fade

Feelings of joy

When looking into her eyes

Whenever they are found

She is looking for a blender at Target

If the brand feels familiar to her

Reminding of her aunt’s fruit juices

Oozing with blueberry seeds, honey, and bananas

Love poured in a cup

Warmth cuddled in a glass

Tension swings between our eyes

Now waking up

Wiping the crust from the right eye

Still here

Want to go somewhere

Somewhere that the body

Engaged with creators

Expressing our intentions

Discussing our plans

LInking in the minds

Another place