but since this sun’s shining
i’m stepping off this sidewalk
i lie flat on my back on the grass
let the wind light leaves
kiss sweet my eyelids
until compelled i open them
and view the vast blue sky through
these tangled branches bared bravely for winter
on the horizon:
i aspire to be those contrails
to drift and disappear
the sieve and the sand 
this poem makes me hate you because of all the wonderful memories it conjures.
the verse is brilliant and the conclusion even better.
is grad school causing inspiration or draining it?