waxing waving

of a Sunday evening

it's life's illusions I recall

thunderbumpers

on the western edge

make me an angel that flies from Montgomery

upstanding

extra

Old Ranch Loop

morning moiré

I can see her lying back in her satin dress

East CoCoCo Bop

the other side of no tomorrow

She is lovely yes she's sly

if he was fire oh then she must be wood

devil with his head in the clouds

dancing dead

once upon a time on the San Joaquin

on the rise

glorious morning

hibiscus, strawberry tree, sycamore

old P town

shall we stroll?