ahum
ahum
shelter me from storms
ahum
there\'s a monotony that comes
from living in the tree-lined
the leafy streets that promenade
all up and down
the smallness of this tiny town
a figure is at the bed
in a room in a house
leaning across to bathe
the brow of a restless soul
tossing and turning
running into fever
in the drenching of a torrid time
singing little snippets
underneath her breath
like a crooning angel
ministering by mouth
at a pace that surely surely
must bring deliverance
baby
baby
baby
she sings
baby you\'ll be fine
your
mama\'s on the job
mama takes no prisoners
baby she\'ll stop dragons
from sneaking in to take advantage
mama\'s by your side
baby baby babe
maybe that isn\'t what she said
she might have sung some song about
the sinking of a boat
in the middle of a flood
while she was bathing off the sweat
I only know the wind blew
and shook a leafy branch
or two
up against a window
of the house that hugged the street
in a small town
dressed in brick and wood disguises
that every place and every one
every tree that stood the kerb-sides
was like a replica
and rising above them
in heated levitation
through a fog that yielded to clarity of sight
and identification of the patterns
of the houses
the allotments
of the avenues
the straight and the winding roads
that there was nothing
to choose between them
they are all the same
when you see them from the sky
when you kiss them all
and wave
stretching out your hand your fingers
for goodbye
except for one place where a woman
reaching with a washer
croons in a low voice
singing you back
to where you are the one
truly the only one
baby baby
I\'m calling you a way
whispering the path
baby come on home
home
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