Between The Lines

Before going on, on a dust road Stay another hour,
—Babe, I've got to ramble ....
Before going on, through a windy town Stay: stay one more daybreak,
—You know, I've really got to ramble . . . .
But what's a day?
Just a day, please,
Only a litle while–till the chilly morning
breeze ....
—My feet start going down, going down that
highway ....
Then remember warmth, laughter,
Ploughing down shingle on a bare beach From high tide to that wet, gritty sand,
—They just start going down, and I ... I've got to go.
Yes, try to remember
Then laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh,
As that spiky grass strikes your leg,
As that fine sand whips you; fills your hair;
and flicks around your teeth—more thoroughly than I.

D. Johnson