she
showed
me
how
to
bet
on
the
horses
we
used
her
shoe
for
a
kitty
the
day
was
quiet
cloudy
and
grey
she
was
thinking
about
sun
tea
it's
you
you're
all
I
see
you
make
me
live
now
honey
you
make
me
live
-Queen
romance
is
cleaning
out
the
cat
box
so
your
lover
doesn't
have
to
a
lighthouse
waiting
searching
bright
calling
for
others
to
come
to
shore
my
heart
wet
with
sweet
like
peaches
dripped
deep
to
the
pit
of
my
stomach
the
winds
moved
the
clouds
perfectly
across
the
sky
the
tree
stood
below
the
crow's
pine
tree
swayed
in
the
wind
and
I
stood
near
the
dandelions
getting
close
only
means
something
when
it
comes
to
pitching
horseshoes
-Frank Mansfield
sorry
I
wasn't
smiling
at
you
I
was
just
squinting
at
the
sun
the
reality
isn't
as
pretty
as
my
dream
but
i'll
still
dream
worlds
collide
stars
shatter
into
pieces
that
make
new
worlds
that
collide
I
let
the
spring
touch
me
with
its
cool
skin
and
warm
heart
while
the
night
passed
by
when
I
ask
her
how
she
slept
she
says
she
dreamt
she
was
a
unicorn
they
cut
the
grass
dusted
the
shelves
then
drank
the
sun
tea
from
folding
chairs
the
crow
cawed
at
the
other
crow,
dude,
Spring
Break
let's
drink
some
cocktails
it's
when
the
sun
comes
out
that
all
a
sudden
I
can
smell
the
memories
the
food
burned
on
the
stove
but
she
decided
to
keep
holding
the
baby
they
held
hands
as
they
walked
and
sometimes
they'd
look
up
and
smile
at
the
sky
she
told
us
man
in
the
mirror
was
her
favorite
song
and
then
she
cried
why
do
we
scream
at
each
other
this
is
what
it
sounds
like
when
doves
cry
-Prince
the
way
it
was
told
to
me
was
probably
wrong
but
I
just
don't
care
I
want
to
write
a
poem
everyday/
I
never
want
to
write
again
the
poetry
makes
up
my
dreams
and
the
dreams
make
up
my
poetry
I
grew
up
in
a
mobile
home
park
where
sagebrush
grew
on
yellow
hills.
all
last
night
I
had
weird
dreams
that
today
I
can't
even
remember
she
made
me
feel
so
old
but
in
that
way
that
I'm
glad
to
not
be
young
today
my
heart
is
full
of
love
not
some
days
but
today
it's
so
full
she
felt
the
dirt
in
her
toes
a
bit
longer
listening
to
the
child
cry
the
moon
is
between
the
tree
branches
right
where
I
like
to
look
at
it
the
sky
is
the
limit
well
maybe
for
you
fools
but
it's
not
for
me
and
she
was
lying
in
the
grass
and
she
could
hear
the
highway
breathing
-Talking Heads
when
you're
not
home
I
leave
your
side
of
the
bed
alone
untouched
empty
I
could
smell
the
dogwood
trees
today
and
the
moon
was
out
with
the
sun
the
world
is
a
stage
and
I
really
like
it
in
that
bright
hot
spotlight
he
swooped
in
and
claimed
her
heart
without
her
consent
she
loved
him
for
it
warm
white
clouds
rolling
by
my
world
tall
green
trees
a
kingdom
above
me
I saw a small fly
today. It reminded me
that spring was coming.
I'll dream of a green
valley, flowers on the hill,
a sun behind clouds.
Tonight, in sleep, I'll
will my dreams to be what I
want with whom I want.
Her hand moved so slight
you couldn't have seen it, but
the ghosts surely did.
I ran my hands through
the leaves wondering why they
hadn't fallen yet.
We passed the peace pipe
around the circle and told
our sordid stories.
He's found my dreams, made
me ill with desire. Moons watched
while the spell took hold.
I want to write you
something beautiful, something
you will remember.
At times like these she
imagined herself on the
banks of those rivers.
She was a child there.
Where the three rivers met she
became a woman.
"And I've been waiting
for this moment for all my
life. Oh, lord. Oh, lord."
-Phil Collins
There's a lot of weight
today. Like the sky, clouds and
everything's heavy.
Please, don't make me
cry. I cry over every
little thing already.
"Summer Breeze" came on
and my heart felt an ache and
a cold, fresh yearning.
It's all 'bout the sax,
man. That sax gets me all
romantic, every time.
