twenty minutes spent watching leaves cross the street: unified in a breeze
chilled on my feet, celebrating a morning with nothing to do

dark circles under my eyes spiril into wanting high heels and fancy clothes
and i think, what if i was beautiful?
and then.. their cause.. working on projects with you
sharing and spending time- brainstorming and discussing bigger ideas late into the night
and i think that's beautiful

chilly toes
and shivering elbows
sail boats go into their bottles and are pieced together
inside, looking in

i want to crawl into the dryer
spin in circles of warm and softner
get lost in a dream of tumbles

or in bed, soft feet together
jammies, a movie and thousands of blankets
hand full and heart happy

yet, under new rules
there's only half an hour for lunch and a call
but that voice makes all the difference

now i dress for work
warm socks and angry shoes
earning what i need
to celebrate how i want