1999

I was seventy parts cloud
All blown into fractions
around you as distractions
Hanging on to your sour mouth

Small dips in my hazle skin
Of odd fingertip dents
and smokes put out
still felt 11 years older

I hide old grass stains
covering crooked knees
of when we fell of trees
as lost bits of planes

We ripped birds off skies
tied them on our shoelaces
and ran till we floated
like kites caught in the wind

Lost in hair and leaves
lay my little first kiss
she was my nineteen ninety-nine
along the rough may winds