I wish I had words worth singing in my pack

I wish I had words worth singing in my pack Or if I did, I wish I could sing them for you.. But lacking these things I trudge on still Singing my little songs as I want and will

For it doesn’t really matter when or who Should hear me-I have the sun at my back, I have water and a pencil in my sack And I’m thinking of the grains of poem in my shoe.

I’d swallow eternity to hear my words in your sigh- from pebbles of letters I try to form an aging art- I mix them wih tears and a drop of lipstick from our Midnight kiss-and there, out of simple dirt, flowers

My humble hope to catch your heart On the lift of a note or the dot of an ‘i’.

- 3 March 1997