We all thought
this homeland had died...
You swing that thing with ease each day
All that time in those leafed lands...
True beauty shines within us
So why do we talk to mirrors...
War is a commodity, by which we live
A product we all produce and sell...
Washed my brain
and boiled it...
Old Glory is smartly marched down the aisle
when the opening ceremonies start...
You said you saw me waving
from across the crowded bistro...
And...
as a rusting boat slouched sulkily...
Contrasting colours
of nature shine equally...
Eyes will be windows
to the soul unless you are...
I'm a dancer
in my head...
....and, that's where I found you
asleep on the garden swing...