lost inside the skin of ourselves.

that day was cold and glorious

the trees stretched like dinosaurs

waking up after a hundredzillionyear sleep

their bones cracking

like branches,

like broken

limbs.

i ran in the wind

smiling inside

laughing outside

dancing in my hair strands

as they 

lifted 

attempting

to flee

this old head

these old thoughts,

tangled and rusted

like some barbed wire

on a wall

in Germany

where i used to 

live.

where i used to 

dance 

under another 

clouded sky

so free.