she and me.

at seven years young,

my first sense of joy

was from the grass hill that

landscaped my backyard.

I ran up and down,

up and down,

the green mountain

a rush running through my virgin hair

soulfully singing music of laughter.

At twenty five years old,

My permanent sense of joy

Is from the cement hill of my entire purpose.

I run up and down,

up and down,

That invisible never-ending mountain.

a life spent flat never suited anyone well.

thank god habits never truly dissolve.