Puddles of the salty west,
never say goodbye

for springtime blooms and summer’s tunes
will call upon the skies.

Mark my life with riverbeds
dug into the streets,

for when I walk I whistle to
the fish beneath my feet.

Skip the glory of your curse -
rain is not so bad.

Naked in the ocean’s wake -
the best day I’ve ever had.

Cleanse my skin of yesterday,
pull tears from head to toe,

collect in puddles on my palms
before I let you go.

-Art & Coffee