For Erika

two-eyed lady, sing awhile about the light of Dover.
red-haired lady, stay awhile and write about the clovers.
well we hunted around the shopping mall block for a cart
that would conceal our deepest clothes and mirror their lot
in spirit of what sealed their lives in trash talk, and
now the war is over. so blue eyed lady, sing with your smile
and tell me about the rovers who travel the meadowed land
with flippant and brusque style, who gather up the clover.

we played in the room with the vanilla perfume of old wallpaper
and love letters, and when the angels came to sweep with their
brooms we laughed about how we felt much better after the wine
had tapered our thought into a humming sound the sequence of music
played after we fought for all the towns named Dover.

Drink to me lady, and we'll sing awhile about the angles of the corner
all ornate with silken spiders and cobwebs dwindling their skeins across
the former governor. So two eyed lady, lets lay in the sand when the
night is over, so black-haired lady, stay awhile with eyes that smile
wider than the wild gift I offer to you, the one well you know that
they couldn't close or drown, the gifts of chirping sparrow sounds,
yes two-eyed lady please stay awhile and watch how we grow older.