| No Place Like Home purple flowers I don't know the name of hug the blue tile roof of this beautiful house I'll never see enough of the blowhard breeze bullies brittle leaves across the street— they land belly up it starts to sprinkle; I catch a drop in my eye I blink— it'll rain I open my new umbrella— "kasa" in Japanese I smile drench myself in thoughts of that house in Spain... that long ago afternoon the rain came down so hard on the red tile roof I couldn't keep myself from singing back home in California there's a drought now here in Mukonoso the blue tiles bathe |