Oona

Is that all there is, beside your son, who goes back to prison, birds at dusk settle and drone, rivers are swum, the evening light is gone, your life is his shift, in terms of women, salt provides an earthly rim, like a dog with a bone, he says it's a dry run, for him being alone, the times you've missed, , will always live, stop you breaking into drift, you don't need that shit, stuff you have begun, better give him the jib, feed me wet kisses.