Sitting in the labour
Where no-one’s very pally
I try to love my neighbour
But wind up loving Allie
She makes me joy she makes me sing
Allie you’re my everything!
The leaves hang low now with the weight of summer,
Swallow you up along the sun-flecked path
Only your legs I see...
It’s more quiet than I’ve ever known
No cat stirs, wasp or fly.
At least for a while...
