some sunny afternoon we could go there
though the mothership is gone, a ploosh arose, resonating
from the vibrant soul
for if we want it there is more,
we can find it
in the green and the grass leads on.

somewhere in that house
there is once again
the feeling
of the heart open free.

this jazz of the beat
of the scene where we meet
one again,
my heart
open free.

(originally published at http://www.swinney.org/journals/article.phtml?id=3857)