Virginia

A diagnosis only half true, I can tell the time, on a tree-lined avenue, you act like you know, in the ties that bind, breathe deep on my bones, hope holds you aloof, to see if they’re right, why accept bitter fruit, you won't be alone, in this dawning light, this house doesn't groan, I'll sit near the flue, it's not a crime, let a fire warm you, you have to keep going, each steepled night, when the kid's phone, say oh she's fine.