Rosa

Love holds the door ajar, my hair gleams and shines, I haven’t travelled very far, no need to suffer fools, watch trees form into line, listen to their news, they talk about my Da, say he lives for wine, lonely as a shooting star, the money he spooled, Ma’s inheritance by right, scattered on women, drink, Pool, he needs another car, to give our mother rides, no room here for scars, play by the rules, forget the hurt inside, it’s another part of you, in the red dawn rise.