Waiting

Maybe, in an unplanned future   

When misdeeds have been packed away

In a dim and dusty corner

The attic of memory

 

Maybe, in an unplanned future

Will I stop straining to hear

Your exhaust’s familiar cadence

As your car in the valley draws near

 

Maybe, in an unplanned future

Your cell-phone Ode…will ring

And Joy will be un-ironic

As the tone and ode will sing:

 

Everything is all right

Everything is all right