Uncommonly calm;
wrapped up in the wet
socializing rituals
of the hopeless and

If you are taught
a new way to live,
pay attention.
If you are a taught
a new way to exist,
take action.

Sweet roses, soft sage,
and the succulent
river of Jordan.
The island of Paul,
and his stoned nervous

"My head is your head,
or something like that."

Some young urban
cower under the curious gaze
of open flowering souls;
guiding their eyes
downward, they push away,
through the crush.

Cue: The warm naked
peace of a melting
Sunday morning.