Holler, Wild Rose!       from a   cistern, beneath the city    she   draws deep in the washroom sink      she draws deep, from the harbor      plunging her hands    steeping   the water    and her countenance is   radiant,   her countenance is   bright   it was her countenance   that drew back the shades   that   pulled back the cold slate greys      from my morning eyes      so   crestfallen, and exhausted   long   commute is so frustrating   lines   of people, intersections   inching   forward, so disheartened   missed   appointments, beating   deadlines   lost amidst a sea of   brake   lights   disappointed   waiting for   the good things in my life to   come   yet on she races up a   highrise   stretching her fingers,   scaling bridges   on she rages   and   her joy ties me down to the   pavement      I’m pulling my visor   down, yes   I’m pulling sunvisor   down   she breaks her mirrored   grace up in my windshield      I’m a   weak man, I can’t tame it   I’m   only one man, I can’t contain   it   I’m a poor man, I can’t claim   it   I’m a fool and I can’t explain   it   (but I can see for miles and   miles, sweet smile)      Lookout!      Holler for my Wild Rose!      like   an amplifier should   keep pushing   soft waves   straight down my   hallways   Sorriso Dolce!   sweet   travelling smile