Jeannie

She follows a need that's sown, a mountain blanket for cover, wrapped around her bones, pulled from dull matrimony, she passes between the others, her picture at the registry, by jail or sentence crowned, she never knew her mother, sunshine dances on the stones, who says we're history, just kids from yellow trouble, we'll dance our insanity, on a ship or by what's known, candle light paths to offer, the miracle of our loans, we won't beat or blow, or bite at any other, but find love we've known, on fine blue mornings.