crack that concrete slab
if it folds like a napkin
it may well be love

The mice in my wall
talk about me in the fall
said my bed in spring

bass washing away
the fiddle soothes like a wish
love that ramblin' band

the flower statement
is not if the waters part
its if they depart

rain, plaza fountain,
nature is just not looking
unless we water

lion of silence
my struggles with who, would, could
our conversation