Maps and Piggy Banks

(Because it is spring and all anyone ever wants to do is turn up Noah & The Whale or MGMT or Animal Collective or Matt Costa or "Missed the Boat" or Iron & Wine while lying in the sun, ignoring all the papers and the books and projects that they must be doing).

Shy fly flower

flimsy, fluttering

fools dancing with

rays of ravenous sun

scattering papers

to the wind, pipes

overflowing water

onto the grass, dew

splattering the heels

of the squash players,

mischief makers,

overcome, overwhelmed

by the idea of youth,

and the artistry

devoid of stress,

and thoughts of

blank pages unread,

unwritten, because

out here, with the earth

mushed between our toes

we're dreamers dreaming

under a pale blue sky.