Cool Water

Cool water…

I want to fly like a scroll unfolding

Float to a stone ledge

Wait for a moment ‘fore spilling

Words to a hedge

And going away

Like a poem closed in a dresser drawer

You could say that’s what they’re for

You want to melt like bullion in a golden flow

And roll on down the hills

Back to the cracks

Back to the deep

Where you can harden and get your fill

Of cool water in surround sound…

Oh my mackinaw feels too tight

My frozen jaw begs for the break of night

Songbirds and sounds of dawning light…