The time comes around and around again.
The possibilities are endless, dozing in sunlight,
The Who headline the stage inside my head.
In the morning I read the reviews.
Fortunately, it was just me.
The Who and the desire
to be alone.
Late afternoon in a winter mirror.
Like all wishes cast in the well
the rain came true.
Climb the spine of the hill.
The sky-fill water
lap, lap, lapping
the wind cuts, just like a knife.