has a particular smoky jazz feel. Can't you hear the torch singer? Can you smell the Indian spices
sautéing onion and ginger and garlic. What an embrace of scent and anticipation worthy of a few words.
I'm wishing fall would get here-- the usual search for a change of heart... Some fallow dream replies to everyone, "the tide's come in, let's go look" They run again to the usual places It's good in a way you can't be here now I could be free I could be brave I could lick anyone who denied me-- Wonder if the edges of our dreams will touch again some day
bus rides re-visited 9/22/18
ReplyDeleteI'm wishing fall would get here--
the usual search for a change of heart...
Some fallow dream replies to everyone,
"the tide's come in, let's go look"
They run again to the usual places
It's good in a way you can't be here now
I could be free
I could be brave
I could lick anyone who denied me--
Wonder if the edges of our dreams
will touch again some day