suppose there

[ondabubble]

may be something in this world to which i
am suited but haven't found it

a pledge of thoughtful allegiance -
we'll make mandol bread together

while the dryer frumps your clothes
i'll wipe road salt off your pretty red jeep oh america

phone rings through running bathwater
that is where bread burns beyond my guard

we appreciate your attention to detail during these
bottom months of the year

when living gets all wound up to a new start
without the old year-without its trusted wings

supose there were no apostacy - no sea oats
no walking in the salty wind waves pounding