If you shook out my soul,
If it came unrolled, you'd get
Roses, silk, and chocolate;
An arch look and white lace
And all the girly things that grace it...
But, depending on when,
If you shook it again,
You'd get sun, dust, and leather,
Saddle wax and heather;
Something I dreamed and kept in a San Antonio summer,
With space, love, and time enough to name it.