Tar Roof Top

Away with you to tall golden grasses to the sound of a creek running over rocks the babble and gaggle of water sounds Away with you to open spaces where you can breathe To big fields that stretch out in every direction Away to those black inner tubes that you sit in and just float down the river not a care ..just float Away to hills covered in ferns to the smell of peat moss and earth dark brown rich earth moss and lichen To strange openings in the forest where the light cast down through the trees in beams onto the floor of the forest where there is nothing but light pine needles Special places these that we have known... I think of inner city kids and how they only know sidewalks and weeds that grow up in between They find their sweetness in the night on tar topped rooves Sitting on hot tar topped spaces staring at stars I hope that they found their freedom in the sky