I watch the sky
Not blue nor right
Tinted in grays like tide
When sun rays sgune the other side

I watch the sky
Indecisive...

The month of June,
When every year people should sing in tune
Turned out to be raining day and night
And the heat that was building up right,
Turned mornings in steaming gasps
...

Into the night
Into the night
Into the night

He stood confident
He stood sharp
...

In a creek, couple steps from the waves
The shadows of the trees, their white flowers
Sand in their hair, and shells at their feet.

A gentle breeze, a pearly drink...