By the end of July she was gone
Gone to visit old friends down south
Gone a month or more now
Calls to say she’s found more old friends
Up this holler or in that home
Must stay another day, another week
And then she finds others from another time
Her mother’s sister’s children’s nanny she might have said
Whom she must visit, so another day or so
“I’ll be be back Sunday”
But Sunday comes and there is mass at the old church
“Those who will be there may not ever be seen
Or heard from again in this life or time
Then I’ll get on the road”
But Sunday evening, a phone call
So I’m having a martini in the yard
Got another in the can
Hot damn, August Monday morning in the sun