how our hearts soar balsa wood

this I could have done: a deaf ear to a non-laughing god

her wet tee shirt gets a rise out of me a cold shower

thrown to the will of the gods and the wind his knuckleball

roses and so what? I pull the card named Goofy

beneath waves and tall grass darkness

backyardfirewalk mybirthday jumpsacross

in the blue crayon dusk imaginary church bells