Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!

A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble

Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths

To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling

To grasp at the root This longing for the seasons Hidden deep, deep down To say it’s just “Natural,” Would only scratch the leaf-tops

To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished

The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors

Ask me who he is A tall tree and branches keen words drop; leaves shaken I try to collect them all But forget them by the stream

The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays

Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me

A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs

A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock