Why ask who will stop the rain
when the question is when will it begin...

Darkness echoes cicadas,
tree frogs, bats & cats...

I met you on the riverbank
it was in the spring of the evening...

She dropped me off
with my luggage in hand...

Vain but embarrassed
she snaps a selfie quickly...

There are things rich people
cannot understand...

This is just a test
for the real thing would not be...

Recycling is
a salve for guilt at using...

When your kingdom comes
know the slaves who built your throne...

Like a topsy-turvy confection
he's trapped beneath another life...

Your river flows throughout this lovely country
past the humble home residing on its banks...

I have heard the city's silent song
in the way perfect strangers share...