2002, this May?
from troutville and proud
of guitar ladden sidewalks in late spring
goldfish bowls and rubber pieces under my thawing legs
tastes of fruit smoothies and snow conesall the beauty conjured there.
But maybe, Bob Dylan's right.there's room to probe
from troutville and proudof dying cholorophyll mountainsides in early fall
rooty trail and wet dogs scrambling around my legs
tastes of summer sweat and avacadoall the blessings conjured here
maybe, the Eagles are right
I'd stick around for time sweetened honey