Sweeping Up

The hills to the west were looking at me and whispering. I moved out a little further and turned back to measure the trajectory and speed of their shadow. The sun put her hand on my shoulder and said “Things have gotten a bit crazy, we’re going to have to reschedule” A tattooed cloud took the sunglasses from my face and handed them to me, as more clouds stepped over me, “excuse me” and kept going. I missed last call, and a stiff breeze was already sweeping up around her goosebumped skin. I tried filling her lungs with my beer laden exhaust but she just lay there motionless on a drenched and cold beach towel. Through the chain link fence the school bus looked on at me with pity.