A Moon Faced Girl
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every tree
in every street
the song sparrow's voice |
Sandra |
a moon-faced girl
skirts the melting snow |
Willie |
erasing the Welcome
on your door mat,
we wipe our feet |
Sandra |
| * |
two pints later
and already it's Monday |
Eric |
ants streaming
from the keyboard ...
a live feed |
Eric |
the bullet train
parts an ocean |
Willie |
| * |
sneaking Mary Lou
into the suitcase,
her colour almost gone |
Sandra |
I keep a fire burning
at the gate |
Willie |
tamping his pipe
otherwise, lost
in the clouds |
Eric |
| * |
we settle down to talk
on the kitchen floor |
Sandra |
a bell
echoing from the river
a bell |
Sandra |
dried lilies
fill a glass of water |
Willie |
