She’s right

The sneaky calls of heeded

Advisings made to say

Keep going, keep going

Round the bends of that

House

We make it home

She misses me when I’m gone

When we can’t hang around

Or buy things

The leaves paint the grass

Gold,

We scurry through the

Pavement

Through the battery

Our hearts keep us living

She says my mind

Is my death

Is my inaction.

Thought is the reaction

In those shaded parts

Of home we will not go.