I think of America, the dream
of life giving you a smile
so exuberantly
the woman sings out
on the sign of Café the Laugh
Underneath it grows some moss
that takes life as it is
between the roof tiles on the sidewalk
It must
have been very stormy last night
but everyone was inside
and forgot the world
which is not as safe
as we wish, not as solid
as thought when it was built
Everywhere there grows some moss
that takes life as it is
also in America