Hand on Stalks (9-18-2018)
Driving the breezes
Touching green pastures
The golden cornhusks
Farming old masters.
The breeze conceals
Thy smile widens
Thy heart pounding
The radio bounding.
Life is good
They say softly
Life is good
Never be sorry.
I race asphalt
The lines passing
The husks' abundance
The suns' shining.
No time estimates
No worldly cares
Thy song playing
Humidity in hair.
I caress love
I embrace memories
I touched souls
With golden wavering.