Cool water… I want to fly like a scroll unfolding Float to a stone ledge Wait for a moment 'fore spilling Words to a hedge And going away Like a poem closed in a dresser drawer You could say that's what they're for You want to melt like bullion in a golden flow And roll on down the hills Back to the cracks Back to the deep Where you can harden and get your fill Of cool water in surround sound… Oh my mackinaw feels too tight My frozen jaw begs for the break of night Songbirds and sounds of dawning light…