Evee

Look who's going home, waddling moonlike to the train, sitting by the window alone, what is it about you, living on the make, an everyday thing you do, you don't wish to groan, tell tales in blue rain, answer why you've gone, your tongue is made of glue, owls scan the silver terrain, happy people know the truth, you shiver and hold your bones, make a shroud a flame, rub your useless dome, love's a shadowed silo, you know its full of grain, you breathe in through your nose, winter's come again.