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