I live in a lushy greenery area, but
I don’t believe in cosy things today.
Today I long for living by the sea
at a stony beach and no loose sand
between my toes. It’s cold outdoors,
but the sun heats my windows. And
I want to go out to cool down, I want
to be like that aged rock star in black,
singing with tensed vocal cords “you
could be my silver spring”. And all this
because I today doubt his sincerity!