light out
but he urn sits still
on the stairs
bouganvillea gather wind
smokey sings
love is here standing by
red light blinks out
in 3/4 time
and the neighborhood is watching
the temps
my girl
whose girl
wine glass little less
than half full
car passes someplace to be
what can't be seen is heard
wind chime holding it's own
some demon has escaped tonight
poppa was a rolling stone
son's a close second
wondering why
the white-out is out
can't afford to make a
mistake
and when he died
all he left us was alone

very sly