her bosom 

Cut through 
Wood,
Ran flowers through
The house,
They may be blocking my view .. 
But how are you?

You there
With your pink kazoo
Humming through the plastic
Giving a neighbor something to shuffle feet over.

Hammers smashing,
The day is young,
My shoes are old,
NYC is hung over,
Chicago is looking for the sun.

Now,
Ready to head into air
As
Air strips trees
Just enough to

See her bosom.

Ahh.