talk with a girl preacher; a simple, satisfying talk

sterile the thought
simple the day
little known from
where it once was
and there are the days
littered in lingering sunshine
and thoughts of forlorn forefathers
and all of the such
that make young boys cry
and weep for better saxophone solos
that make leaves fall from trees
and make horse shit
pick itself up
from parkways
and driveways
and all the other ways
in which we travel
little girls squeel
and hold tight each other
at the thought
the simplest thought
of too many candles
too much wax
too much fire
contained in the heart
of a man that shook His hand
and took it for what it is
through all of the days
all of the nights
and any time in between
anything once known
all welcome and read through out
John,
John the Baptist
I can hear the notes
and the paper waivers
and shakes about
in a breeze that was never meant to be there
not even in the typing