there
was
every
kind
of
cloud
in
the
sky
and
the
trees
had
raccoon
eyes

long 
nights 
and 
longer 
days 
the 
winds 
feel 
entirely 
different 
than 
before 

there's 
nothing 
I 
can 
do 
or 
anyone 
can 
do 
nothing 
we 
can 
do

I'd 
driven 
that 
river 
drive 
so 
many 
times 
but 
that 
time 
was 
different

it's 
like 
she's 
waiting 
around 
for
the 
phone 
to 
ring 
but 
it 
won't 
ever

thank 
god 
there's 
so 
many 
sweet 
souls 
in 
this 
world 
that 
I'm 
lucky 
to 
know 
some

the 
road 
leads 
me 
where 
I 
want 
to 
go 
the 
land 
cradles 
me 
where 
I 
stay

today 
is 
all 
about 
the 
rose 
something 
of 
the 
marvelous 
sparkle

the  
twin 
bridges 
a 
russian 
olive 
down 
by
the 
yakima 
river 

you 
can 
cut 
the 
flower
blooms 
from 
the 
bush 
but 
more 
just 
grow 
in 
its 
place

he 

reminds 

me 

of 

unrelated 

things 

like 

the 

blooming 

cherry 

trees

the 
squirrels 
kissed 
and 
hugged 
I 
cried 
cold 
tears 
and 
I 
cut 
roses 
for 
the 
vase

I 
drove 
highways 
through 
brown 
lands 
and 
yellow 
suns 
and 
green 
lands 
and 
grey 
skies

the 
landscape 
is 
breaking 
my 
heart 
the 
way 
I 
want 
to 
be 
broken

once 
love's 
a 
part 
of 
you 
that 
love 
can 
never 
not 
be 
a 
part 
of 
you

the
flowers
grew
from
the
cracks
in
the
concrete
like
they
knew
how
I
felt

the
sun
burned
hot
in
my
rearview
mirror
and
I
saw
darkness
ahead

I
was
anxious
for
our
visitor
sadness
the
rose
bushes
had
bloomed

this
dream
he
was
smiling
and
making
us
laugh
I
was
cold
when
I
woke

the 
dragonfly
flew
it
was
blue
and
gold
and
danced
in
the
air
for
us