By Raynah, John, and Lee Spontaneous poetry art in Starbucks on a Saturday by a lovely little girl, her lovely large father, and a medium sized poet.
It is there we find the place, In our hearts and minds. Paths unwritten in the cool wind, Take a ride.
Nuts we sometimes like to grind, But under the wheels the ground is hard, and black. A little nut between my teeth, A pocket in a tree, I find peace.