hum Skye Boat Song
mow grass with me
sit on the porch
rock a while as we
wipe our brows and
talk about the heat
wonder a little about
life, death, taxes, the
chicken and the egg
how bumblebees fly
who’s on first or
what’s on television
tell me your dreams
plot retirement
thank the maker we
never fought a war
hold my hand if
you want to while
the silent twilight
falls into nighttime
until we fall asleep and dream of each other’s love