a new year's sun glows on my face
belly pouch with book of art
riding on the bike to dance
with two red ladies on a beetle-nut bag
that shelters my earphones
from a pocket full of lint
from delirious Barcelona and France
out with the iPod from my pants
Musica de la Han Palau romance
with nowhere else for now to go
nor cares or woes for now to know
in her natural landscape
nearby collapsed condominiums
nature's side of monkey wrath
try sticking to the sunny side
loyal to the winding path
the path that leads to gentle home
where the heart starts throbbing madly
2-8-16
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