Cannon March

Snow is falling in lightning flash

In the morning we wake to thunder blasts

It's so mild the dogs march in,

deflating circles till the sun breaks in

I lost my journal but I'm certain that

a thief is after my most secret past

To broadcast in twilight my buzzing mind

Creates this nonsense turns my neglect into crime

My mother tries to keep the pace

with rush hour ladies who aren't afraid

to shoot their arrows at the good name

she built with cannons and subtle grace

Listen now to these sounds

All I have oh these sounds

Mother shoot those cannons off,

destroy this wicked place

The winter brings peculiar things

to thaw and leave no trace