The Brook of Disquiet

The water fetches disquiet
murmurs ashamed to be dripped
mourn doves the heat the yellow
breathe ambivalent mountains

Give daisy the elements ask briskly
describe your narrator pain
rain resolves holds beckons
clarity sounds like blur

There are dollars and donuts 
holed up in a camry with three wheels
expect the resurrected idea 
to eat simple skeptical minds

A line out the door follow it
arguments for waiting's lake
eat the water and hear its please
pleasure and hollow and dry