Shedding raincoats under rainbows
she’s in crumbling cardboard castles,
stretching down beneath the border.

Never waiting, always wishing.
Gnomes on tables missing meaning,
needing nothing to be happy.

We are the wave.
It’s all right.
Early in the morning on the water in the sand,
we look back at where we stood
and where we stand.

Pointing poses on the porch
Painting moments spent together
Piecing pictures in the morning

Feeling fine when no one cares, we’re
flying up beyond the basement.
Fixing futures for our families.

And she’s singing while we’re writing.
Norah’s singing while we wait.

 

 

 

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