when you expect it least…


dream has passed us by now
you’re stuck in St. John’s woods
somewhere the fire burns brightly
oh you’d be there if you could

Alice lived on this broken record
fiction was her only friend
all his plans, they just crumbled
now she talks with a local wren

round the corner is the graveyard
you can go there, make your peace
it was nothing but his fancy
riptide visits – when you expect it least…

(Copyright 07-25-15)