Gracie

you're a fool to go away, the cafe'where i keep, guard to burn the flame, Ice and blue skies colors all my eye sweep, distances other why's, you had nowhere to go a leather coat for sleep, dancing year of the blow, the time your da died, set his pigeons free, the symbol of their line, Liverpool under snow, geese rise from the fields, my hair appears to grow, white on one side, sloping, honking, blowing, into a New Year's flight, struggle to keep it going, am I lucky just at ease, standing in the combing, calling on the breeze.