Wanda

When love is solely, three missed trains, our faces solace lonely, then again it flares, a lava filled terrain, sipping eager at the bar, those lines going nowhere, such times we threw away, nights of ached for care, use a game of solitaire to face our changes, hold tight at funfairs, or on the cafe' square, cogbac in the gentle rain, cgarettes paint the air my Ma used to scold me, why rush thru each day, statements of our litany, turn up the flame.