It warmed up yesterday and the cat started biting
Only to cool down today with snow, sleet, and rain (pause)
The gray skies are everything but sincere or inviting
And the scratches on my arm tell me to temp that fate (pause)
Move out West, they say
Move on out (pause)
Pack up your nap sack
With a bandana over your scalp (pause)
Walk holes into your shoes
Calluses into your heels
Stare down those thunder clouds
Pretend you don’t feel (pause)
With that last lurching stretch
Step over the divide
Across the time zone
Down the other side
Leave nothing left
Nothing in question
For no one expected
The Spanish Inquisition (pause)
Spring is on its way. (pause).
Who could have thought we’d hit 60 today?
Nebraska isn’t that far south.
February 4rth feels like the 5th of May.
It seems winter has run out.
We walked through Omaha’s Old Market streets.
The night sped on by.
Drinking shade-grown coffee in the galleries.
Deciding which ice cream to try.
I spent the morning thinking of ideas for new songs.
Watching you slowly breathe.
At your side is where I will always belong.
So I write of you and me.