leftover party hats

from where you stand,
the fool on the hill is a little bit wiser
than the fools on the ground,
below sea level,
below caring about grade point averages
and complicated schedules and
true love.
it's really easy if you dance through it
do it to it
and jump out in the road if you
have the voice and the verve,
like you do, apparently,
up on that hill.

if i were to have a bruise,
it would be the colors of your wizard's gown,
blue and orange and green and purple
and brown.
and it would have leopard-print spots
where you hurled your words
and a party hat where you looked at me,
piteously,
and turned your crystalline eyes to the horizon,
because it's so much better to look into the future
than at this bruise.

and my bruise?
i got it from you,
when you rolled down the hill
and brought me with you.