Let me lay in hot grass
At the time of day
When the ants won’t prey.
When the sun will warm my bones
and darken my skin
and I am nearly naked
to allow the rays to penetrate.
Witness the white clouds that hang low and lonely
scurry past the broad and blue.
I am in no such hurry.
I will lay until I wither.
or until the buildings’ shadows cover me
or until winter.