as my sabbatical comes to an end
i am left with very little: dogs
a few cats - and my thoughts
. . . . go towards that tree again
did i forget - yes. i forgot. i forgot
it gets easier now - i'm sure a sermon
is in the making on the evils i bring
to mind. how does one explain such
things: to beasts and to man and to me
here in texas the heat kills most and the plains are vast
and landslides still takes me away to
that trip we never took into the hills*
Fleetwood Mac - Landslide
