The Lady Has Always Moved To The

Comes The Time When It's Later And Onto Your Table The Headwaiter Puts The Bill

The Lady Has Always Moved To The Next Town And You Stumble On After Her.

I Know This Body Is Impatient. I Know I Constitute Only A Meager Voice And Mind. Yet I Loved, I Love. I Want No Sentimentality. I Want No More Than Home.

I Heard Words And Words Full Of Holes Aching.

Locale Is Both A Geographic Term And The Inner Sense Of Being.