hackett, steve
as the rainfall
drums it's own tune
on the roof of the bandstand
keep off the grass sign
by the lakeside
where it leaves you autumn
in the meanwhile
the hours seem to fly
with busy days and nights
take it in your stride
as worrying is interest paid on trouble
long before it's due
passing through
silver snowstorm
music without words
blowing through the airwaves
head in sunshine
under fire now
even when you're dreaming
crystal fountains
peter pan stares
over the landscape
without motion
on pencil grey days
to a door marked summer