Myself

The sky is an orange
And I'm walking home
A girl,
All alone,
Wearing pants
And an iPod and a purse
And I can type
And I know what cursive is.
I'm on my way home
Just me,
In my shoes all alone,
Playing with the wind
From the sea
I can taste it
Almost April,
Dancing over high rises and saying hello
To my hanging hair
Bouncing along behind me
High-fiving my jacket,
Waterproof jacket,
Full tummy,
Orange sky, silver
Clouds are far away on the other sie
Of the city
Not with me
I'm walking home
Safe, though Alone.