you in bed and I pray for another song
a hand raised
fur or something pricey adorning your neck
at church we celebrate the Magnificat
sing of Maria, “gentle woman”
your strength is different
outright, reckoning, spiritual, yes
yet glass doors will swing quickly

woods used to separate our homes
Sunday afternoon walks with Mami and Papa
dogs in large cages would spot us
I always wondered if you were sitting at the piano
idly writing songs
or peering into those trees, cigarette in hand
Rolls Royce sparkling in the semi-circle

years went and Mami and Papa were awakened
helicopters at dawn
your beautiful home in flames
we were neighbors
yet tonight you drift
although no cul-de-sac
this place needs your glimmer, honesty, love
I ask for more notes and days