Here it is half past four

I should not wait around any more

He said be there at half past three

With a bit of luck

Wait.

A silent Madonna holds still the memory,
Calls disturbed her solid voice to inconstancy.
Curse her!
Curse her and lament

Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow

It seems like just yesterday
when we finally got the word
Even now, we hurry up and wait
to

Waiting for him
To pull
His socks up

To see
The mountains
Of love

That grow 
In his house

When the eyes
And the mind
Are blind