In a marooned afternoon nothing works.
Add a little more sugar to a cup of coffee;
either it melts too tough or too tender
on the pallet of tongue.
Have you ever seen a paper ring rolling
there in a marooned afternoon?
It certainly hasn't rolled many afternoons
like a gladiolus in the garden.
But it aches when a paper ring rolls..
Because in a marooned afternoon
a dirge is heard on death of a baby
yet to be inside womb..