Veronica

When is the time to give, do we need the rain, fail to show us love, and you my lover, with your laughing ways, under yellow covers, how do we live, knowing not what to say, praying that's enough, rub a stone or piece of wood, as if to create, a little bit of wonder, what's wrong with being different, it's not our place, to get a blaze to shift, maybe not even our gift, even on holidays, to live without cliffs, recognize what's above ? my wrist around her glides, her body limpid, to lay upon the tide, with the herring gulls alone, their faces to the wind of someone else's purlieu, learn to dance don't get blue, ignore those cool untruths, give me just one more time. each sea green evening, she dances on Hawaii, thats what she'd like to do How can we ever grow, /is this your last throw it reaches inside you again worms of the cemetery quarantine, resist just the same, they party every night, and you my lover throw, scenes down every lane, skim the lake with stones, swear what you'd never be, each Sunday again, when sunlight lifts the Poppies, hide her deceit/ a soul not hers to keep certainly not deep, a family she thinks cheap, who don't check their Escrow, than promissory notes, far more than any keep, birds thrum their tune, she pulls at my traces, the moon is her nosegay it haunts her face, other shipwreck signs,