A PIANO plays in the bar
The conversations DRONE on
For me, and me alone,
Your entrance drops into the room
Like a STONE into water
Rippling out, my senses on alert
You are – and we are –
Utterly unique, impossible to CLONE
We make each other more
May I never lose this feeling

Georg’ann

This POINT too much grief.
Mother holds BLOND girl, they weep.
Father gone, No CLONE.

Heather