She gets off the ferry,
To gate by the sea.
Where she builds a fire,
In new company.
She talked all night,
Bout what she believes.
She said, “Scarfs can’t help the hot.”
Why won’t I stay with you,
When we share the view that
All you need is love to live.
How can I make it true;
Blind or am I blue with
Out the voice I have not heard.
She moves to stay warm,
Her coat covers holes.
Full of erudition,
She airs out her soul.
For all to see,
In this cloth she weaves.
All the patches she can find.
Why won’t I stay with you,
When we share the view that
All you need is love to live.
How can I make it true;
Blind or am I blue with
Out the voice I have not heard.
Ripe horn honks and steam sighs,
Dock in Boston’s Bay.
She downs her last coffee,
Afraid that she’ll stay.
For if she does,
Ennui will retrieve.
All the Compliant Comfort.