starts to leave
that you sense the
closeness
of the sea
And the peace of compassionate
presence
without a dervish
to steal the feeling
of green
As the planes steal the silence
from the sky
like they don't see
what they're doing
The hummingbirds and butterflies
have voices too
Ah but the chimes have
a mind
we can't imagine
except to say
we hear a pie
cooling
Boysenberry blue
through & through
