moss on my feet.

the weather is irrational
sunny with hard rain


i'm cold hot & wet
from sky and sweat

the air smells like summer in the country
spent with my aunt feeding cows
and riding horses in the woods

my hands smell of body odor
and feel gritty from old sweat and long days

the air just changed to that of a carnival
cotton candy and bright lights
grease and laughing

the hard street is comforting
dark and shimmering


with each step
i grow more content.

the sun is warm on my back and
i feel like this is where i'm supposed to be