On Warm Days (#trio Eine Kliene Nachtmusik)

like this
I wonder
who is doing the breathing for us

cups give and give
the road melts vision
the creatures regulate by degrees
and we breath a million times.

the sailors put their tops down
to feel the wind
warm over their caps
the air waiting on the corner in a blue dress.

habitat is the only escape
for the coast is clear
on a deliberate
damn day.

get in
and
pulse
pulse
pulse
oh
to the what am I going to be.