— CYCLES

He says I’m old and I don’t believe 

My sun is setting it’s

Rising

He says I’m going

towards sunrise—

— PLENTY

He goes 

In his afternoon Nap

Having picked the Crimson richness 

Of Strawberries all sweet Morning long

— TRIBE

When the moment has come

He holds her hand he

Smiles 

He says I’m thinking 

Of the Millions of People 

Who have done this Before me