Light spray over a daisy chain of days.
Many wives, brought on rocking boats,
Dissolve in one loved damsel.
Jury of sighs, it is Time
To load the back with groceries
With my brother and my wife
Because life is a family.
Did I drive right? Risky slopes
Deer start across, hushed timber
Cool and the engine smoking.
When mouths of fog cover the truck
Pushed by wind, the ocean sends
Us violet shrouds, bears