When you, when I …
When you catch me writing,
when you catch the wind,
a warm breath is blowing, &
birds flock over the land.
Though the political is absurd
and men often pitch dirt,
a raindrop of the good
portends a brotherhood.
Take this feather, my friend,
it’s preserved from childhood.
Recall fondly the days and nights
in this undertaking we call life.
When you, when I are far awake,
an opulent music we shall make.
And we will laugh and dance, as
Providence bestows another chance.