It’s the Bricks Again

I clean the grass until it’s away
On a walk with my legs
There may be above today
Or even a sky or a something sun
But some pebbles and bags
Now chipless eclipse
Without blame laid about

Down there is peace
Eye-damaging sure
And level the things I don’t get but I did

The sun is my ex
And the sky we still talk
But no longer hang out

Now again it’s the bricks
And the blades of cement
Shoe-smashed butts strewn below
An occasional hole of man
Together I play connect the dots
You stole the sun the sky what’s up
I thank you for the ground
Where nothing’s on right
All is on left