
pollution and decay, still,/
Nature finds a way.
Giving someone space/
just means they leave and then you/
find out who you are.
OR
discover yourself.
Why would radio/
play “Cat’s in the Cradle” song/
to honor fathers?
Living in Utah/
means everyone asks: “Where is/
your white shirt and tie?”
Am I the only/
man who drowns his sorrows in/
root beer and cheddar?
“Are you still sleeping?”/
my Mom called to me. Alas:/
“I’m not anymore!”
How many people/
applaud trees silhouetted/
against the sunset?