I traveled by the
river,
where your love always flowed
In shrill deafening silence
once flushing waters lay stagnant
If my tears could fill your heart
would their streams bring life again?
from one small seedling there
came two, first came me, then you—
each time a simple flower more delightfully refined
and
so it will be splendidly, all the way along the vine
under white canvas umbrellas,
another era beckons me
while sipping Singapore Slings, I listen to The Charleston Rag
it's hard to imagine that nearly a century has passed
