Traveling Astronaut

xviii.someplace neat

hold my cheek 

I'll lead you someplace neat

skies of yellow and pink

window pains of indented dreams

chalk lined dinner plates

Pluto trees washed clean

but you can scrub all night

and nature will never be dirt free

like the power of bees

we underestimate rectangular weeds

how dust is hard to clear

and people are hard to understand

we are all living on the same cruise

but only some eyes see the rooms

for come with me and you'll see

you are as rich as you choose to be

~SumBlueSunshine