[end of june]
end of June grasses fanning the breeze — a motor running in the distance * * * Wish I could capture this sky and open it again in winter [6-30-06]
I am in here.
end of June grasses fanning the breeze — a motor running in the distance * * * Wish I could capture this sky and open it again in winter [6-30-06]
Well May the World Go (Pete Seeger, 1973) CHORUS: Well may the world go, The world go, the world go. Well may the world go, When I’m far away. Well may the skiers turn, The swimmers churn, the lovers burn Peace, may the generals learn When I’m far away. Sweet may the fiddle sound The … Continue reading Well May the World Go
Red lips are not so red As the stained stones kissed by the English dead. Kindness of wooed and wooer Seems shame to their love pure. O Love, your eyes lose lure When I behold eyes blinded in my stead! Your slender attitude Trembles not exquisite like limbs knife-skewed, Rolling and rolling there Where God … Continue reading Greater Love
I listen to his young silence far away next to me as I drive down the wide highway into the purple morning lit by the trail of sparks above us he will never know me when I am young and the stars bend around me