Solitary guitar twangs in a cool grey dawn
A soft backup chorus of twitters and trills
Tropical birds divebombing the lee
The first rays of sun, an unsuppressed yawn.
A question mark curling out the skies
Dry cough blend of rolling papers and prayers
Just a soul searching inspiration for
Cutting loose these vacuous earthly ties.
Eight spiny legs hesitate in midair
Wavering to watch dew-encrusted web
Lazy fishing for breakfast, a hook slipped
'tween lily pads and ripples and forgotten cares.
A canoe or a cow fence or a trash barrel fire
Anywhere to rest weary bones, weary eyes
Dump that whiskey in the coffee and roll me a smoke
These soft empty mornings, I can only get higher.
I would give anything for adventure if you would give everything for love.
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