Blue Eyed Lady

How is my blue-eyed lady
of the first night of spring
who kisses so softly on broadway
in the dust of passing buses
under the marquee
in the pressure of public unaware?
as I think -she makes me feel like Rita did,
near the tops of the trees.


Crossfire of Time
Desert was Jungle
Diesel Powered
Dresscode for Barbarians
Economy or First Class
Everyman Dream
Expiration Date Infinity
Fear of the Homeless
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