She Sings Good
Way downstream in
Sleeping Waters rise
Spring tides surge.
How very dare I meet her now,
brave the dangerous voyage?
The grass lies down in the valley below
Where milk cows ominous sit.
After hands work scripts that never end
Dawn to dusk when the cuckoo spits
Dreamboat.
avocados
Self praise is no recommendation
Bards often write verses for others in hearses
The truth is beyond commiseration as long as the weather is …