Maybe I’ve just been feeling the weather unable to escape the relentless searing sun but you brought me upright when your voice threw me the shade of a fat summer cloud I remember the wonderful troubl
if not to hydrate parched bodies or find a leak in the roofs of miserable souls then to pour and pour and pour over a crazy world slow the talk and traffic and hope a few hear the silence that drips
if I had three hands guess how many dogs I’d have and with two hearts who knows how many friends regardless I keep to a single resolution how many bridges can I build in one lifetime?