Listening to an
Orchestra of...

So many mornings-
depression cracked...

Cleanse your mind from the
Attrition of...

Listening to the delicate murmur of your heart
that echoes without words...

as morning breaks, my heart does too
I hear the blackbirds songs of blue...

You hear her breathe but cannot see her mouth
her lips can whistle tunes through boughs of...

Pear-drops trickle from
Sugared rays and fall...

Sometimes-
I imagine...

My eyes,
flicked intermittently...

A storm arrives-
lightening flashes...

Dusk; dusted a tangerine aura
upon a hazy horizon...

Now Alfred, no fooling with Miss Rella
You don’t want to end up like a peasant tree...