
pollution and decay, still,/
Nature finds a way.
She and her husband/
provide me inspiration:/
True love’s possible.
We write and photo/
us because who knows our souls/
better than ourselves?
Some day when I’m old/
and gray, I hope my kids will/
treat me that same way.
She is wooing me/
beyond my capacity/
to hold back my heart.
I can pick her up/
In my ragtop for a cool/
smoothie. How groovy!