korean dogwood

red oak

sugar

and korean dogwood

vibes turn

to rubbed rum

lit by mission moonlight

kangas on that hillside. you are

my life

and you baffle me some

like vanilla's maple. inca cornflower

you're my baby's blue eyes

and when your gown dissolves in a prayer

you'll hear a sound

that rings true and fair. black king

lightning

the dawn of orange blossoms

my friend

keegan

drawing endless love songs

calm breath

sweet being

show me what you're seeing

and though right and loud and proud

every little word

it still ain't heard. strange prayers

looming

over all our brothers. prison life served

but navajo gospel

is a rope thrown helpful. but for sure

all that we've made

will be swallowed by the earth

for its got no worth.