gone, gone, everything is gone
destroyed, never to be
it’s all scrambled egg
nothing can be rescued
gone, gone, all gone
the moment when you could
choose to fly south
take another path
that would lead you farther
farther, always farther
away, until that is all
that remains, that moment
you break out of the shell
reach out nascent wings
and a seagull carries you off
to dash you on the rock
and make a feast of your dreams
(After my interview with Miss Daisy, I retired to the Stork Club for a night cap where a clearly inebriated Duck interrupted my evening. I’m not sure what to say about the Duck other than he is a titan and excuses must be made. GG)