Strong families keep the memory of the nest alive

Music and life lasts a lifetime,

And each cloud holds a smile

I’m cold and thinking about John Denver for a while

Listening to the tumbling words that spin

I’m on the asparagus spectrum

And what with where-withal and where-without we face

And poets, when called to hate,

Are drawn to hope and love and fate

I WOULD REALLY LIKE TO KNOW!

I would really like to walk across fields

Like in forgotten love in the pouring rain

Spiders lurk in passion, ages old;

Out of the darkness, a fire burns