Sue, she is my girl. “An orange dressed man,” Darren said,
“is coming through the door.”
Listening to jazz. Minutes go by like
dragonflies on a pond, on a summer day.
Green. Tease me. Watching out for god, zillions
of stars in my western sky.
My samurai seven saves the day.
We'll go out at five and we'll sigh, “ahh...”, nor at all.
A hero she might be, in an amazing Kurosawa dream,
like dragonflies on a pond, on a summer day.
My samurai seven saves the day.