Wooden Frame -

There’s a hole in the clouds

Pretty close to where my fingers use to reach

But now they stake land in pockets

Walking down the muddy, tire paved streets

And it takes a little touch

And it takes a little brush

To paint

I pass by neighbors on their farms

This town has little plans where I don’t belong

And now I’m walking between the tallest trees you’ve ever seen

As they line up and fall right off the page

And it takes a little color

And some time to dry on canvas

And it takes a 20×16 wooden frame

To make his journey away seem sincere

Away from here