Life I don’t recognize
Here nonetheless
Borne out of The Summer of Love
My first days
My always
Enamored with Solstice in June
Seek True North with me
Kick ass in the dugout with me
Help make love familiar again
Life I don’t recognize
Here nonetheless
Borne out of The Summer of Love
My first days
My always
Enamored with Solstice in June
Seek True North with me
Kick ass in the dugout with me
Help make love familiar again
Would that all who’d seen fit
To have been unkind to me
Have their childhood wounds healed
Here, look from my window
Flower and vegetable gardens
Fruit tree and fire pit
Baseball, my love, baseball
I’ll never trust your eyes
Always flashing early, often
Happy speaking lies against a good, good heart
I trust the strangers
Never needing to have seen
Somehow know the truth of me
I trust the front-yard flowers, too
Sometimes August-blooming poppies
Just for me, in June instead
I wish your teacher
Hadn’t taught you hardball
Or you’d have played a bit softer with me
And had I needed
Not to wipe the sweat from your brow
You’d be sleeping, I’d be living a life
Flee now, rejection!
Else I wish forever more
On this Earth, in my dreams, and in heav’n
All I learned Today
Blood’s thicker than Truth
I unsettle You
If my thumb’s broken, it was not for Naught
Kids will find their Fun
Joy lives ‘longside Pain
Victims don’t live Here