Good things will happen
when the green flame of spring
goes up into hills where
we'd have our ranch if
we had the money.

It will be soon -
we'll hold our arms ready,
long toward the table
like Cezanne's people,
and let the light pour.

Just wait a little more -
let new errors cancel
the things we did wrong.
That's the right way for us:
our errors will dance.

It will be soon;
good things will happen.