It’s peaceful now. The afternoon is still.
The street is quiet. Voices very dear
Reach up the stairs, caress me like a thrill
From heaven. I am home and you are here.
It’s farce and there’s nothing like it
So stupid, ‘gainst the grain
Don’t publicise – don’t mic it...
Umbrella, protect the precious head,
Shoulders that bare the care of many things
I love her! She holds all the strings...
