Uruguay

I hear a whole lotta talkin,
but I aint listenin
and I see a whole lot of rubbih
but i dont fear nothin
and i hear a whole lot of waves
now i feel, something.


snowflake
cake
the back interior window
like a docile lake
and with a brush
it takes off
windows, now opaque
and to the widows
of trivial banter
we now leave
laughter, laughter.

The snow slightly landed on the ground.
And for someone who loves summer, it sure tore me up.
But then i stopped, and thought
what if I could make winter like summer?
and have adventerous nights, and social interaction
and feel like the winter was its own special season to myself
much like i thought about summer.
and although me and summer parted on bad terms
i am still finding it in me to welcome her with open arms
perhaps we can smooth over the blemshies
and she can take me in, and i can expereince a new
summer.
and so it began, i treated winter like my summer.
iloved waking up to frsh snow, and white skies
the cold was comfroting, if not incessant aftr awhile.
and then, like a flash, i woke up to nothing.
green, and blue.
it was summer.