The sky is an endless path for Apollo to trek
his glorious reign flushes my face
I promise myself I can do anything
as the strings binding me unwind
flying with blue kites
chasing down Apollo
New leaves grow on hedges
peeking into the world
when autumn returns
the gardener will drive back
and they will fall like snow
barely given a chance
But I promise myself the moon is touchable
as I watch it slip away
staying shielded by tickling grass
The dark lit up by a thousand little fires
I wait
for a reason to drop from Apollo’s chariot
into my open palms
Why?
and if not, then raindrops
to hide my tears
Autumn comes and touches my face
with burning leaves stumbling towards their demise
Smile, child, she whispers
I’ll prove you can do anything
and I’ll put on a porcelain smile
knowing Apollo is tired too
stepping forwards, waving goodbye
to an endless season