sweet pace
been gone a few weeks, I still feel you here
mint grows like a weed and this heat got me so slow
do you mind if I pick it?
do you mind if I make the bed my way?
sure enough, summer comes
she always knows my name
she says it so sweet
the woman at the water takes one look and she knows
my legs and my lids and my limbs
believe in that tortoise speed
I’ll wait for you