in love
a thousand rains
ago.
Hundreds of
dark clouds
opening,
sunlight
creeping through.
Thick as a brick
skin now,
face set sure as
concrete.
Wrinkles,
eyes weighed
heavy with bags,
and moles and
other skin things,
teeth bad,
and a storm
is stirring, but I
just might love
a barroom girl
Pretty as sunlight
on a puddle,
so I go on.
Pretty as sunlight
on a puddle of water
I am stoned in love
so I go on
taking chances
on sunshine
on late Spring
