Maybe Meghan knew we’d have a storm
A hurricane of doubt, the leaders scorned
She’s back in Canada, I wish I were
Seeing Leonard Cohen every where
A thousand kisses deep may be too much
Especially for those who’re unrehearsed
The tower of song is just a maisonette
Joan of Arc burns as she pirouettes
Suzanne bore his children then she left
She fell out of love, he was bereft
Poets need their time alone to muse
Ecstasy can’t last,can’t be pursued
We still lose the space to enjoy dreams
While up above our leader stands and screams
How my heart sings 
Superb….HOpe you are holding up…enough food etc.? Janet XXX
At last I have gor a delivery slot from Sainsburys..my neighbours have all been very kind.In fact it has brought is together by messaging..So I am fortunate.I hope you are ok Janet.Maybe things are about to improve.I do hope so.Lots of love and gratitude for your Art,Katherine
That one is nice.
Thank you,Syd