We’re in a meadow

On a rise

So there is only

Grass and sky

And small white flowers

And frail cloud

Sometimes there is a girl

In a broad-brimmed hat

Sometimes there is just

Her disappearance

And it’s kind of nowhere

Like a back sleeve

And maybe just beyond

There’s a building

Pure glass and sun and concrete

Could be a campus or a library

Where you just look at the pictures

And stare out of the window

Amidst only art and ideas

For forgotten futures

Daydream inside a daydream

Sometimes it is there

Sometimes it is nothingness