When Together

This a moment
This a song,
All the things
I long to be
I found in what
You see in me.

This a journey
This a life,
When I see
The best of you
There are no words,
Just all the worth.

This a dance
This a memory,
You are what is pure
More than what is sure,
You are love,
All and more.


Down the beaver’s hole
Is the beaver’s family
With the mother and her belly
And the lousy patriarch
With a stinking casu marzu
A baby beaver with some twigs
And an earthworm playing dead.