because you’re green
and I am blue. Then look at
the sky hanging quietly over
the grass. And ask how they pass
the afternoon.

If I ruffle you
because I fly around
and you're tied
to the ground, I won't let
my castles in the air
make your molehills disappear.

If I ruffle you
because I won't walk a straight
line or stand in the shadows
or fall behind or fit in the frame
that you hand-made it's only because
I don't like the shade.