I smell the lavender
In the heel repair balm
As I massage after bathing
My mind instantly springs
To you know who
With no call at all
For those way slower
Neural thought processes
I run my fingers over
The roll of decorators lining paper
On the dining table
My mind instantly springs
To my draughtsmanship days
With just a shadow of a sidestep
To the girl, or young woman
In the printing department
