Enter without knocking, hard-working ant
I'm just sitting here mulling over
What to do this dark, overcast day?
It was a night of the radio turned down low
Fitful sleep, vague, troubling dreams
I woke up lovesick and confused
I thought I heard Estella in the garden singing
And some bird answering her
But it was the rain. Dark tree tops swaying
And whispering. "Come to me my desire,"
I said. And she came to me by and by
Her breath smelling of mint, her tongue
Wetting my cheek, and then she vanished
Slowly day came, a gray streak of daylight
To bathe my hands and face in
Hours pa**ed, and then you crawled
Under the door, and stopped before me
You visit the same tailors the mourners do
Mr. Ant. I like the silence between us
The quiet--that holy state even the rain
Knows about. Listen to her begin to fall
As if with eyes closed
Muting each drop in her wild-beating heart