- Now for the full moon in a pink sky that
- separates itself from the Sonoma Mountains.
- Now for the cold grass that I sit on, or
- how far away is freedom when a woman waits
- in a house filled with warmth and light
- in the next town. I think of her and in my
- thoughts she thinks of me. I listen to the
- cars on the streets, while the yellow moon
- slips behind purple clouds.
11 October 1973