Each storm-soaked flower has a beautiful eye.
And this is the voice of the stone-cold sky:
“Only boys keep their cheeks dry.
At lunchtime I bought a huge orange—
The size of it made us all laugh.
I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave—
I just wanted to write and say,
in case you are hit tomorrow by a truck
or are swept from the beach by a freak wave;
