Although I told her personal things
I know mermaids are not real

But see, the trees keep growing
The talking head on T.V. gives his opinion

Each morning slightly different
Now folded into paper like a swan

I decided that I’m not that crazy
Is anyone listening?

Again the light shines on the wall
There are two baby rabbits living under the shed

The past visits like a stray cat
Stirred by my waking

A reluctant day beginning
Celebrated or maybe mourned

The clanging of machinery, the water rising
Anything goes

If you live close to the source
and a green gown made of hope