Suppertime

Come home come home it's suppertime the shadows lengthen fast Come home come home it's suppertime we're going home at last Many years ago in days of childhood I used to play when evening shadows come...

an embarrassment of riches up ahead between the ditches steady on pails of blue grass beads and baubles in the toilets of the supermodels steady on watch what you wish for as someone else pollutes it...