too many thoughts that mean nothing
that is me
like i don’t like those shoes
just an observation, not a conviction
i’m in your teaching town
watching music again
doodling on paper for you
trying to capture how
you are the beauty
between the rings
of the bell
when i rolled through the cascades
my feelings were hurt and
way too sensitive
a lot of that is not
related to the tint of your wings
but the texture of my tenderness
of my once was and will it be thinking
i’m wanting too much and
measuring purity with
the wrong musical scale
on the back of a wine list
i am drawing adirondack angels
- - - rainbows with balsam wings
i’m doodling for you