lucky core
big inside you
flannel & gold
a weave that is true
lucky bird
inside that cage
seasons have passed
and so we age
the school is lucky
the proverb is new
the lessons are tailored
exactly to you
lucky sky
soaring bird
the wind is up
songs are heard
the piano has wings
the flute has shoes
the concerts are endless
it’s better than ‘blues’
lucky heart
gentle soul
we’re all going over that hill
and into that hole
but like a game of golf
and a new pair of boots
this hole in Wonder
is a tree of many fruits
the breath is successful
in ways you can’t know
and leaves your diplomas
waiting in the snow
your world is inside
oh bubble-gum chewer
the rest of the wrappings
are flushed down the sewer
lucky song
no lips to sing
no ears to hear
but thousands of bells ring
where you began
and when you forgot
is a place called ‘home’
and a seat to be sought
so take off your shoes
and sink into soft
the clover and denim
are lining the loft
and as seaons change
so you will too
your bubble-gum will escape
through the hole in your shoe
but that ancient of places
that baby of your birth
is waiting inside you
for all that it’s worth
so wander in thunder
and swim in the rain
these seasons down under
will never happen the same way
again.
