A long piece of moving water
under the cold sun.
Or an aging motorcycle
riding down a river’s pretty leg.
It’s a day off. It’s a day off.
What’s my kind of life?
A farming desert where I kissed my wife.
After changing the night water in the moonlight.
After changing the night water in the moonlight.
Is there any more? Is there any more?
Is there any more water in the moonlight?
Is there any more …