Girls in fancy dress
That give you style advice
and we are all on borrowed time
from vogue to single bigger issues
Whilst willows cry
Lost boots litter the car park
burning through time
the reply when the birds call your name.
from liquor turrets
And streets of loose grammar
leaves of seismic shifts
hustling hats worn by bumbling bees
To rousing tunes of Valhalla.
Your still on the radio
oscillating after all those slip teased years.
all these dance cards you filled each night
but you now never write
Maybe it was something that was never said,
a new partner dressed to dance in macaw blue.
Dusty rolled up sleeves
dancing to maths
in swirling patterns
whilst the leaves fall free.
And are we not lucky to be able
Pick up Those leaves
and have time to read and write