Running out of time
May 26, 2021
I know a woman happily demented
She scatters petals as she sleeps,
Sings the songs of the 1940s,
Thinks she is Bo-Peep.
War came to her cake shop
Put her to the test.
Now she casts her mind back there
And lets it rest.
Passes the test of time.
In a concocted rhyme.
Dresses her hair in a yellow head scarf
Says apropos of nothing but the truth:
“The hyacinth will soon be out. I love
The smell of hyacinth.” I tell her…