24.4.05

Miranda

Miranda shows up right on time.
She holds out her hands but I haven’t a dime.
She shakes her head, puts her hands in mine,
"Why haven’t you learned, I’ve given you so much time?"
Miranda takes stock of the places she’s been
She picks all the locks and she lets herself in
Where she makes herself at home on my floor.
She looks around like she expected more.
She looks like she’ll speak, but she takes her time
She got where she is with no help of mine
Still she lets me believe that I’m wise
One of us should get it right after so many tries.
I haven’t been kind in the choices I’ve made
I’m asking her price but she’s looking to trade
My songs for her body, my thoughts for hers,
But the feeling retreat from voices and verse.
And as we get older it only gets worse.
Miranda shows up right on time.
She holds out her hands but I haven’t a dime
Joy leaves her eyes as her hands find mine.
"Why haven’t you learned, I’ve given you so much time;
One of us should get it right after so many tries."

No comments: