SHE’S ALRIGHT:

Who’s that knocking, bag full of harps?
Frustrated driver,
Walker,
Knuckles wrapped in a school tie,
Watching the woman with the 60’s hair,
Who’s watching the traffic with distant eyes,
Head in hands,
Thinks too hard,

Make something,
Make anything,
By the light of the last star the first star falls,
Look,
Here comes Venus!

(K)