from my window across
an empty street
I join them
for a moment of joy
in one arm
her baby
at the end of the other
hip high
her daughter in red
dances
into the county jail
I reckon her on her way
to free her father
with
a visit
from my window across
an empty street
I join them
for a moment of joy
in one arm
her baby
at the end of the other
hip high
her daughter in red
dances
into the county jail
I reckon her on her way
to free her father
with
a visit