Julia
Up on the windowsill there's a word
Holding in to be unheardNo one else at homeGloria
Open the note that hides in a drawer
Wonder who they keep it for
Read it over slowOn the same floor
Can I want moreJulia
Out in the garden, grown to the wall
Somewhere when you're feeling small
Tired and undone
Gloria
Look at the mounds up high in the road
Hanging up your winter clothes
Never took so long
