
You’d think the earth’s fine,
carpeted in greenery;
she’s shaking inside.

You’d think the earth’s fine,
carpeted in greenery;
she’s shaking inside.

All our worldly things:
jewels, utes, and high rises—
fade in the distance.

Sparkle in my eye,
the smell of a new city,
skip of a heart beat.

Those bygone eras:
faded shades, vintage arches,
small pockets; big hearts.