On the patio stand my bay trees in their pots
An acer red,a lavender for gnats
The spiders weave their webs and so do I
All I write down here may be a lie
The truth’s a mountain. not a democrat
The toad crawls back uneasy, the frog spits
I know I have retained a molten wit
My skin is healthy and it slowly knits
The lord of death, another I defied
On the patio
The darker side is where my patio sits
In the evening, by choice candles lit
Here an air raid shelter war defied
As we fought the Nazis and their spies
Wary of the past, alone I sit
On the patio
How my heart sings 