Vera takes a glass off the shelf
Dreaming the dust is secret
A smile on her face in the mirror
An old friend she knew lives within her
Tonight, men's machines wake ma
Showers of morning rinse away nightmares
While Sante rests, hung easy in blue twilight
Remember him pinched in pocatello?
Here white's a sign of lifeless living
Outside, due to weather, it darkens
Some lives cause some to stare
Others try to win operation solitaire