i know what your backyard looked like when you were little. it was on the other side of the ocean but i know it was happy, and green. maybe you lived on top of a hill, and the heat was dry and the flowers were beautiful. not because anyone planted them and took care of them, but just because wherever you walk there is something beautiful even if it's just a smell or a thought.
my backyard just went on forever, and at the end there was a tree and a swing. or maybe lots of trees. i don't remember.
green
