stories and souls

i love this. first of all. heard it in church last sunday and knew instantly that it was who it is. and i love them.

secondly. this is a storysongpoem that i wrote back at the beginning of september. whilst lying on the grass at pritzker. after having listened to mr smith & the gang.

someday, there will be notes that accompany these words.
but that day. . . is not today.


the adventures of
sally and joe, you may know
they traveled the world
with each other.

they looked and they looked
but liked not what they found, so
they went home and built
there, another.

it was tall it was
small and it always was fall
the world that they built
for each other.

it was sally they
say who would giggle all day
and make the leaves dance
all a flutter.

there were mountains and
trees but not one bumble bee
and joe made a fly
out of butter.

there they sit holding
hands, in their own little land
not one needing more
than the other.