Nancy

Did you fake our marriage, you'd gamble anything, to avoid that passage, your daughter's carriage, all your could have been's, only trouble at that Vendage, was it different with others, including those who dream, called you to the barrage, unpolished clouds of image, while a calendar screams, siphons off what you presage, smells of river and rain, blowing dust on your schemes, your wild arrangements, howling for advantage, chasing numbers with ease, maybe you can calculate, reasons you're not free.