I kissed my mother as she stood by the stove
	as she glanced outside at the sky and it rained
and she lied, telling me not to believe that stuff about the birds in
	their cage, and she kept on telling us all,
not to stop and stare at the kaleidoscope of color all around
		And oh, it’s probably true, so I suggest you keep it
		with your collection of blue marbles and stuff.
And please - no more arguing, shouting or crying.


Because she was crying too, as the pyramids were slain
	six times seventy seven and sixty eight is really nowhere
but from here to eternity - or from here to the Alps
	or from here to eternity again.
And I waited for effect and just stood by the door
		feeling the wind blow through the screen door
		just waiting for eternity to come and
waiting for it to end all the same.

(c) March, 1997, Steven H. Lee