The Empty Pool

Too compressed for strategy so dig with a rusty spade

Watch the leaves in the empty pool as the widow drew her shade

Season was here

No drums to calm their fear

Let's drink the leper's beer

The leper's playing his salsa game and tempest swept dark land

The lover's turns and parasites over the frying pan

Coffee's brewed

And the men playing cards

And the mystery plane

And the forest winds

They're searching out over the sea