Rowan

We share jokes and put, hopes on those who can, geese rise in the dusk, no one wears a crown, to be ushered onto trams, or put others down, those of us in want, are always on the lam, to see what's crossed, in our Ocean town, everything is panned, ships ply on the Sound, someone whose for laughs, who doesnt wear a mask, carries a hint of musk, everywhere on trust, she's never on her pants, grins before the dust, lives a life we can't,