Lettuce, Lettuce Alone

Lettuce, lettuce alone they both sang sad songs to each other, about each other that never meld, but it was all wrong that a duet never had a chance together there were high and low notes that echoed from separate canyons over the trail of lost goats billowing souls crying for companions words of soul's doom and gloom displaced milk and cheese lost were two budding blooms pollinating in gardens breeze time stretches aching hearts as the two souls sat on mountains edges billowing about being further apart with neither soul looking over life's hedges moon and stars laugh in their wake as they sit idle all through the night singing songs, echoing, of their heart ache wasting a fleeting chance of a brighter light a billy and a nanny fall into earth's loin subsisting on lettuce, lettuce alone connie pachecho 2/6/17