fresh eyes

when you remember
tomorrow
before it happens.
then you know it's time
to leave. to pack up
and get on the bus,
to find an ocean,
or a prairie full of nothing
but uncut wheat
and the cornsilk
blue sky, with clouds
like cathedrals
along the horizon.
you needa  fresh set
of eyes. a cleansed
soul, a new  tune
to your old song.