Right there, in the corner
it springs,
like some silly little
noise;
a church bell, a magpie
a knock at the door…
Hello it says, remember
me?
Here’s this tune you like
of fried eggs and wet
grass
It’s been a while, how are you?
And I say it quickly,
holding my breath;
You’re too early, I’m not ready yet
Go away!
And it slinks through the curtains,
wanders off with the
light, and I simper
a bit, think;
I like fried eggs, and wet grass
But it's gone
and I wait - and I wait
for some silly little
noise;
a clink of a glass, a
laugh behind a door
a washed sheet
Hello it will say,
remember me?
Here’s this tune you like
of fried eggs and wet
grass
It’s been a while, how are
you?
And I will say it quickly,
holding my breath