i had forgotten how you had won the battle
against the invading nations
and removed the fallen leaves from the cotton trellis
while i was still spun out and starving
determined to go where the army couldn’t find me
your muse is bruised by the fallen dervishes
her soldier's attire is whiter than the Sun
what are we waiting for
our youth are fading as fast as stone
so please turn around
and let's pound the pavement for a minute
see the women who haven’t got a single dollar
their sorry eyes are calm and tired
while forever feelings are being hired
like fortitude and courage
dressed in black sombre slacks
all the ways we lack music
and movement
we become filled with morose apathy
as urgent gifts of presence
are returned before they are opened
your left winged democrats
are practice targets for wall street
all the warning signs are slipping away
we dance in the morning these days
the rain is a hundred tears
the moon is our hourglass
streaks of color
in sunset's persimmon sky