yellow boots
mixed in with reflecting pools
where I have seen other worlds dwell
sun up
sun down
clouds like fragments of a child’s dream
there I was witness to the rise of summer
Creedence with his shaggy hair
inquiring
if I have seen rain on such a day
the music plays as if a lullaby
city streets swept
by the old hag with her crooked broom
tell me
when did days like these shed such light?
the tulips that had never bloomed
daffodils that had never awakened
and you
a single rose
swiftly singing into the night
a song sung by the lonely
it’s to you I can relate
