wind in the pines
used to be sombreros married 10 gallons
I look in the mirror Puzzled by what I can see It makes me reflect.
Breaking rules already dead
all the GOP
take their turns with these old goats
Your integrity, In the corporate machine; See this grain of sand.
Where a flower’s smile stripped me naked
soothe the call of dawn
Love’s a labyrinth.
still singing the lights imagining new the nights joy above the heights Photo courtesy of Nick Kirschman