taker of pictures, inhaler of new
The intention you woke with
To have a Good Day
To smile throughout
Steadily wilts as you plod through
& im here now, & how do i say ive made it to a dream i never ever in my wildest sleepiest daydreams thought id touch. let alone live.
theres a canal in my new home.
many canals and cobbled streets.
There isn’t much in the way of words to be thought or spoken
Just this old man here,
Shoulders bowed with the weight of this canal,