Holler, Wild Rose! nnfrom ancistern, beneath the city nshendraws deep in the washroom sinknnshe draws deep, from the harbornnplunging her hands nsteepingnthe water nand her countenance isnradiant,nher countenance isnbrightnit was her countenancenthat drew back the shadesnthatnpulled back the cold slate greysnnfrom my morning eyesnnsoncrestfallen, and exhaustednlongncommute is so frustratingnlinesnof people, intersectionsninchingnforward, so disheartenednmissednappointments, beatingndeadlinesnlost amidst a sea ofnbrakenlightsndisappointednwaiting fornthe good things in my life toncomenyet on she races up anhighrisenstretching her fingers,nscaling bridgesnon she ragesnandnher joy ties me down to thenpavementnnI’m pulling my visorndown, yesnI’m pulling sunvisorndownnshe breaks her mirroredngrace up in my windshieldnnI’m anweak man, I can’t tame itnI’mnonly one man, I can’t containnitnI’m a poor man, I can’t claimnitnI’m a fool and I can’t explainnitn(but I can see for miles andnmiles, sweet smile)nnLookout!nnHoller for my Wild Rose!nnlikenan amplifier shouldnkeep pushingnsoft wavesnstraight down mynhallwaysnSorriso Dolce!nsweetntravelling smile