Museum day trip, cherries in a paper brown bag
we get there on the stuff left over by dinosaurs
Crab yellow bus, the color of butterfly wings
pinned down and gawked at

I'd rather be outside with the living
estimating all the lifespans of those little clouds

I can hide from you standing still
cinnamon hearts in my little hand
the seed's that'll make you come around 
more often (than not)

And I like the way you sent ham valentines
the words "boil me" on a pink card
And I like the way both the Big and Little Dipper
both happen to point towards your front yard.