Anya Two

Say we up our game, see what there is to chance, shuffle the remains, listen to some wounded song, time would never lance, give us a need to belong, watching the rain, sheet down a broken path, why can’t we hail, ease of crowds and throngs, cargo ships and shining France, rooms with dark marks, red lips and white faces, cigarettes to smoke and laughs, wine to sip no disgrace, here we just bumble along, flying by our pants, hoping to right some wrong, a tree and bridge shaking, we shuffle by unlit lamps, kindness passes us waiting, crazed as tramps.