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.