The Tropic of Cancer

She lives in the tropic of cancer
He floats in a dingy at large
What in the world would the chance be
They meet where there’s no one in charge

You think you know something of beauty
You say you know nothing of fear
Doubt spreads its wings like a Mayfly
If only her past weren’t so dear

How did these paths intermingle?
A confluence at Tumbledown Creek
Gnarled as a Dragon’s claw willow
Four hours, three days, and one week

The most elegant dress in your closet
Is dying to go out tonight
Your shoes glitter bright in the corner
Hoping to shine in the light

He’s always been passively social
He thinks about nothing but flight
Bus pass shoved deep in his pocket
A red velvet patch on one eye

How did these paths intermingle?
A confluence at Tumbledown Creek
Gnarled as a Dragon’s claw willow
Four hours, three days, and one week

She lives in the tropic of cancer
He floats in a dingy at large
What in the world would the chance be
They meet where there’s no one in charge
They meet where there’s no one in charge