You are June as warm as melting lava wriggling down the extraordinary volcano.

You are a whale squeaking through the waves of an Atlantic Ocean.

You are the smell of the California desert waving.

You are a strawberry growing in the healthy sun sliding into supermarkets.

You are the number  one as lonely as an abandoned hotel in the 32nd of March never to come.

You are a cloud hovering above the seas waves coming to wave at me.