Ella

The arc of her time, splices lovely days, adds vodka to her wine, Macy's, the Five and Dime, New York alley ways, she drinks the moonshine, and hangs on the telephone, in a sun that frays, her search for home, to black evening night, where all debt get paid, she follows what's right, they'll let her know, if she delays, cold white stars for bones, she's done no crime, only sits with her gains, smells gently the Limes, down this broken lane. but who brings the fire, / thinking she'll be fine to make her happy ? / she will be happy that sought after light but who brings the fire the kids will arrive, their faces bright, making chocolate Maxima, thinking she'd be fine, vodka leads to ruin, but what is she doing,