hammock under
rain drops hitting
a blue tarp
branches reach
branches reach
under the gentle lift
and fall and crinkle
and fall and crinkle
is there a mouse on the line
after three am arrives
i'm finally sleepy
i'm finally sleepy
late morning next to the pinksters
on top of a cliff
watching it all bake
lightly salted
the night comes
again
with the night in it
pulsing as if
pulsing as if
from a light on a house
in the distance
in the distance