Willow

You won’t get far, I still wonder if, you know who you are, where’s your watering hole, Aretha rolling off your lips, who’ve you’ve left and gone, wiser than your Da or Ma, flashing your fingertips, are you wearing a tiara, at Trapani in the foam, where you laugh and skip, are you there to gloat, your Ray Bans on the bar, watching the Ocean slip, sunlight on dock rail spars, still you talk of shadows, ask if they still grip, dance at mother’s window, make the sign of ships?