i

so,they walk home
under the loving stars
together and alone
they go-b flat-la..

happy-come!
in time of wars
when hope is done-
for..

ii

over one flaky bridge
past sundry traffic
cones
they hear a swish..


they hold hands
and look up
a silence so palpable..
grumps says

shall we get some chips?
past the garbage truck
happy you stay here
with edna..

what would you like?
a home and family
how many kids?
...and plenty vinegar..