Right

Right where the road ends rests a house there is Rosa, sunrosed, is love, trust, life A coffee in the morning right before marching the roadworks scooting the schoolbus right like the hands of the clock. Right where the road ends stays a mill here my dogs, suninked, flowers, poems, life A lot of coffee in the morning right before storms set in minds settle down right when the thief of plants and apples arrives. At two, cotton candy clouds over a volcano that will always wink at your grandson, curling up with gran your grandgirl, herding goats with gramps Your roots stay in this village right where your family eats your bread. At five, we will meet where the typhoons twirl the desert sand there is coffee, cigarette smoke Mine in my world right where we live.