my vagabond has broken
retreated into her vardo
and closed the door
i don't know the damage
nor have i a cure
i just stand and wait
helpless
in my field of blues
hoping my train song
and my umbrella
reaches her spirit
mends the splintered
hides the rain
and lights a candle
in her quiet
clearly, i can't shut up -- honestly, if you don't get these together for the interested party and get these freakin' things published, i'm gonna march all the way down to Texas and stand over you until you do....
ReplyDeleteso there.