Concrete and wood, weathered
Our beach house by the shore
My thoughts here are untethered
Like wild birds they soar

Thorns surround my heart
Love is where it hurts
And if I don’t watch out
I might well go berserk

New beginnings happen
But some things stay the same
The sound of one hand clapping
Is as silent as a flame

Watch the lizard curl
Watch the ocean move
Give a peach’s pit a hurl
Nothing else to prove

Skin is turning red
Like zucchini flowers
Can a man and ant break bread?
Selfish dreams are ours

Slow like olive oil
How deep is your love
Can a coffee pot be loyal?
Pizza from above