Chief Seattle

This road goes into the next

verse - Brother, do you know

the way?

Neighbors trade novels

through windows

No-frills. The front yard is the

hidden treasure

Sit on the curb. Leave with the

sun.  

This road goes into the next page -

The paper is a soft chord, play

each turn into a sandstorm

Arouse the carbon in the

words

Splash whiskey on the rhymes

This road goes into the next the

chapter - Brother,

become the gold strolling waves

become the story told in the

flower bed.