Ride

 Million Dollar Ride

7-5-20

O, for times of July and the first cicada 

Yearning for coolness 

Soon I will be home again durst derivatives 

Shaking the blossoms 

O, the dismal come bright 

I go home to write 

But in the meantime take in the view 

By rhymes for the snake and pale our tender limbo 

O'er heaven's deep 

Still listening for the first cicada 

Where it's magic you make for yourself 

As nature answers and he asks "Why me?"

Rich in flowers and trees...

Smeared 

7-5-20

Eschewing not my books 

Taking action rich in flowers and trees 

For the dances of her joy 

Still hung up on chicanery happenstance 

Habit in hand with her as she walks as nature answers all for sport 

Honoring anthills where the boy remembers the field of dyed frog's orchestra 

In our noisy choir as new furrows look smeared 

To the grease i need to clean up 

For shows in twister aspen arrival 

O, the bondage in fir frenzy and oak oleander 

What if the sun comes up earlier tomorrow 

Heads up for yourself and a cup for our frog's pied glutton long age taking it slow 

This is just that to get with it....