Through the drawn curtain
Daylight seems to gleam,
Saying, Heaven’s certain;
Happiness no dream
Why this revelation?
Why does my heart play?
Simple explanation
Allie’s home today.
I do predict the evening primrose stays
Alive in some last blooms to make for you
(And me) a sudden remake of the ray....
They go, in sun and wind, past standing cars
I watch their backs whom I love so
Smart and striding upright and purposeful...
