Nora

You'd gamble any right, your daughter says, including unforgiven nights, drained you like a drain, the times you swayed, in falling snow or rain, within slate blue eyes, you could never contain, the reasons why, letting go is the same, were you born that way, smoking by a naked flame, her grin is like a prize, a chuckle on Saint’s day, like she's run a mile, unhook the gas cage, make tea on the range, bring whiskey out today, there's ghosts to lay.