Streets are o.k.
for the dusty man,
also others that
follow the stars.
Distance is an
adventure with
worn shoes.
Carry your burdens
well and look up
to the windy skies.
Pale pleasures piece
together eventually.
One stop can reach
the heart and ring
each day.
Green leaves change
each year as times
goes by.
Dusty men stay the
same.
Orange suns spill over
each year.
Tulips teach us growth.
Babies don’t mind the
dusty man,
fear is not in them
yet.
There is a capped wine
bottle hidden in the
dusty man’s coat.
No one will voluntarily
speak to him unless they
have wine bottles too.
He does not know where
his family is.
The stars have taught
him God.