A June wind is short of howling.
The leaves are holding fast.
There’s a face on Queen that’s scowling.
Pretty sure its going to last.
The ambulance and cops have landed.
A gurney has rolled down.
All the way from for forever.
Where dreams wash up and drown.
The sirens leave in silence.
There’s a dancer in the rain.
The tears are from her laughter.
Poor girl she’s gone insane.