Mar 2021
If it ever becomes too much,
come and find me--
I'll be over here:
in the grass-covered prairielands-- waiting..
like the catcher in the rye.
Never fully lost,
it only nearly always
feels that way..
but always, within you
is your flesh-wrapped needle
forever pointing that
war-torn heart of yours
towards True North
it only nearly always
feels that way..
but always, within you
is your flesh-wrapped needle
forever pointing that
war-torn heart of yours
towards True North
