WOMAN IN A GARDEN
(a song for my friend Ed)
I was up all night. Worried.
My brother was in trouble. And all I
saw was black. Looked out the window.
There was a woman in a garden.
Sitting on the crosstown bus. A
raccoon walked across the street. I
never
felt so alive. The city was asleep.
And all I could think of was
the woman in the garden.
I stood on your doorstep. The doors
were locked. There was a sign on the
lawn. Your dog wasn't barking.
There was a woman in your garden.
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