I‘d Picture Something In Her Eyes Poem by Pierre Rausch

Drought when you walk up
A scoreboard for the floorboard
And he began to cry
Tooth and nail
Have I heard right?
I‘d picture something in her eyes
They didn't treat her well
To clothes and subjects
I suspect
An even earth, a sheriff
It's been a while
Would breakfast be fine?
I know you write
That in your first novel
It was really good
Micro-perspective
I‘d picture something in her eyes
I‘d picture something in her eyes
- From the chalet into the street -
Street-worker, street-buildings, street-bars
He couldn't bear it
Now he realized
What he had said her
A reception desk, a bare table
- From the chalet into the street -
Should we wear it
What in no wise