carbonated

  and what  

the french  ruled

   beware the tides 

the winds 

   the flies in august 

the summer in NY

   the last macaroon

foreign films

      the backseat crumbs 

          don't shake that kombucha 

              oh sad day 

  twilight hours 

    the forgotten strips of film

 in envelopes and boxes

       what 

  oh I'm wandering through it again

pots of calling kettles

    seeing the what in the why

           the water at the edge of the mud

     footprints leading through the snow 

but I could fly!

     don't let it get you down

                                   but the guitar needs to be set up

what 

   the strings are old maybe

 tune it to a fretted note