I art, therefore I am…
Clarence Elemental as rain he falls. Hands cupped in the desert you wait to catch him– at least the midnight flash, the feel of a woman’s low cry the touch of rain on your skin a moment when he blew you away Key words: Bruce, Clarence, music, saxophone, born to run
Clarence
Elemental as rain
he falls. Hands cupped
in the desert
you wait
to catch him–
at least the midnight
flash, the feel
of a woman’s low cry
the touch of rain
on your skin
a moment
when he blew
you away
Key words: Bruce, Clarence, music, saxophone, born to run
