Better late than never

It’s really hard to be an artist.  To see telephone poles that look like

toothpicks.  It’s all right.  It’s all right.

Santana’s magic woman keeps company, for a time

and a half, or so.  And cigarettes, and cigarettes, and cigarettes, and cigarettes, and cigarettes, etc. . .  ,(and coffee).

Happy for the loved ones, and for those who are loved,

pieces of peace in plenty in present places for people.

No matter what you believe in, now always counts.