Tired of money

Why why why why why why why why

because

money

I can feel the flow 

the warms of my small sisters hands

I kneel down in the dirt on a Sunday morning

the sun spills in 

warm I smile

I say hello

one speaks

the other glows on my skin

I wake to the cool shower stream

no bath cause' I'm in a hurry

to ride my bike in the spring air

march 

April 

May has sprung and I'm free

but I don't have much

two dollars to my name

Ill buy a slice and dance in the afternoon

spring

such a wonderful season

without 

money

doesn't determine

why does it determine

this love peace connection with 

my family and spring air I feel

doesn't account to

money

then as if the first few hours were not enough

a full moon glow

atop a city rooftop

cool drink in my hand

with freinds who's life I touched

we share more words that let us know

we're all stardust in the universe

cosmic vomit birthed some time after time began

we all sit drinks in hand

atop that rooftop

silent for a moment

as the moon dances naked before us

the light highlighting the warm air

drops of melted ice water rolling down

we pause then

money

doesn't factor in here.

money 

why is it even here

money

wasn't invited here

money

wed be richer if you weren't here.