the wait

both sides of her doubt

A dream of cakes and cigarettes

Filled with gasoline and bubbles

A maiden of twenty

Awaits the newness of yesterday

With bows and brows 

Awaits the lad's melody of demise of the autumn

For melody that keeps the lantern flickering 

Today was a good day to;

Take pass on a new carriage

However,

the maiden of twenty relentless of the cause

till it stand

for a potion to feel the touch of the lad's 

motionless love.....