Baby we need to smile
Waste time on good drifting
Unfold our bodies
November Sunday mornings
While it rains cold
Underneath the serenity
Of a comforter.
Shield ourselves
from the importance of late afternoons
Dream of garden-fresh nights;
Sketched out collaged memories
By Capilano river delta
making love among the pines
with fairies observing bug eyed
and transform into a B flat
