Vacation

Scan the giant green
Whole fields of rolling
Whole wheat a'boiling
Down in the cracks
Of the glacial valley.

Step, gray, step
On granite.
Float in and out forever.
Wait 'til the end comes
We fall in a brainscream.

Breathe in, our hair whips
Past as we
Rush downward calling
The ground up
Towards us the
Last time we'll ever do this,
I swear.