365 2/27

 

I listen to money singing.  It's like looking down

From a long french window at a provincial town,

The slums, the canal, the churches ornate and mad 

In the evening sun.  It is intensely sad.

365 2/24

I keep on praying for a blue sky
I keep on searching through the rain
I keep on thinking of the good times
Will they ever come again?

365 12/29

Pick up here and chase the ride

The river empties to the tide

All of this is coming your way