Smile…

Faint rumblings in the air, the sun still shines, while my guitar gently weeps; while suited men organize their next round of profit taking, and huricanes destroy our certainties, flood waters bring down mounds of mud, and still they deny climate change, while myh guitar gently weeps, passions run over into orgies of war and…

While my computer gently hums…

listening to the sounds of the night, through the hum of my computer, I can feel the moon shining down preparing us for a hot day in this rainy time. While all sleep, deap in the dream of an end to the drought, soft rains falling on greening lands, hands reaching out for hands, filtering…