Watching the Planes Go By In An Open Field

watching the planes go by in an open field a glass of cherry apple cider in my left hand my thoughts are on nothing life is on hiatus in my mind i have a week off it feeling awfully good doing nothing i am wishing that she was here, but she chose him now i am joined by her, and her smile matures me so as she takes it all in in her right hand, i bottle of water, blueberry flavored her head is rested on my shoulder her hand is relaxed and intertwined in mine i am fully awakened as is her another planes goes by elvis costello writes the book everyday as we give a new beginning another look as of now, this chapter requires no bookmark a sweet, fruit tinged kiss, i believe, is mandatory life is a grassy magic carpet ride dream come true