Freedom - Pearls Before Swine

The sun again over the harbor

Changes the windows

Like old yellowed mirrors

On Rembrandtsplein

The pipes in their places

Beside floral couches

Where you lie

Evening encounters

At Paradiso with him

The gentle poetry

Of fingertips

The verses drifted

Apart in the Spring

Lingering verses

Remaining within

Haiku are words to be counted now

Five seven five

Friends is a word to be wanted now

Searching through colored beads

Velveteen curtains

And doctors' names

The winter finds you alone

With yellowed back issues

Of Rolling Stone

And old Alohas

Worn Chinese carpet upon the floor

Half the White Album

All of the Basement Tapes

And bootleg Stones

And new life styles

Have found old death styles

All their own