Letra de Fallow

Wait until the day says it´s closing, and public is put away.
Write by the light of a pay phone your list of "I meant to say".
Like "Winter comes too soon", or "Radiators hum out of tune".
Out under the Disraeli, with rusty train track ties,
we´ll carve new streets and sidewalks,
a city for small lives, and say that we´ll stay for one more year.
Wait near the end of September.
Wait for some stars to show.
Try so hard not to remember what all empty playgrounds know:
that sympathy is cruel.
Reluctant jester or simpering fool.
But six feet off the highway,
our bare legs stung with wheat,
we´ll dig a hole and bury all we could not defeat,
and say that we´ll stay for one more year.
Bend to tie a shoelace, or bend against your fear,
and say that you´ll stay for one more year.
With so much left to seek, the lease runs out next week.