the sky is as blue
as I always told you
the leaves applaud
when the wind appears

have you read the poems
the poems I wrote for you, my dear

there's this man
playing guitar in the sand
he fondles his strings with fear
but the sea makes nothing left to hear

the train tracks circle back
the clock holds still
I am in the city of luck
green, churches on a hill

now the train moves forward
through valley's, the human trace
it drops me off where trees
have disappeared in the shade

now the questions arrive
as I spend the week
looking and searching
describing, last seen

I reach lakes filled
with water to the brim
my glass is full
the engine runs

as I reach for the top
I stand in sea water
salty and bitter
but sweet to the touch

the city crowd is silent
I observe from a far
watch them go slowly
pass their walls