The Cup

well,
that's fucking it
I guess,
There it was
and we watch it float by us
like lazy clouds
when you're daydreaming
on your back, hands above
resting under your head
the wet warm grass
dampening your clothes,
the sky is blue and solid
beckoning you to stare harder
unfocused
through a calming breeze
and its almost like
you can see into heaven
so you reach out
unmoving
and
a bird shits on your face.