Sitting in the labour
Where no-one’s very pally
I try to love my neighbour
But wind up loving Allie
She makes me joy she makes me sing
Allie you’re my everything!
I have prayed – it is not my survival
Alone I pray for that would make no sense –
I am joined...
I strode home through the rec
A fine wintry evening, one star alight
And a lonely plane, in the dimmed blue sky...
