Lara

She sees the creep of moon, yellow as the easy night, rise again too soon, gleaming black cars beckon, and kids who drink wine, from bombed out glasses, men who love to cruise, seek meaning of their life, like women to swoon, she smiles but doesn’t reckon, lemon checks or July sunshine, will hide their come on, but on a white sailed schooner, she’s destiny’s child, hoisting festoons, she laughs and tries one, what makes her frightened sings a defiant paeon, everything brightens.