Where are you now
Still of flight, in your bed
Where are you now
Was it untrue indeed I said
It is almost not a moment
More esprit de corps
Less time
Than the evening primrose
Takes to open
Less time
Than to run
For that last late-night bus
Where are you now
Settled, set in your flowerbed
Where are you now
Was it undue, that I misled
For words to envelop
This play or plight
More phrases
Than metaphors incline
More dandelions
Than summer wine
More incandescent light
Than generated cadence
Where are we now
Are we lonely instead
Where are we now
Alive, although misread
