"Look at the shadow on our tree
Seems we'll meet an early dusk"
Loretta looked up, the gray sky low
Two-by-two on the bus
Water and anger in our house
Though she spoke of rainbows
Reaching the roof with soaking shoes
River's up, where'd she go?
You're wiser, Loretta
You're wiser, and only twenty-five
Churning, the TV floating by
Through our room and out the door
Loretta, she prayed for what to do
If it rained anymore
She was a washcloth wet with love
I was not; she was mine
I'm in the olive tree next door
River's up to my eyes
You're wiser, Loretta
Much wiser, and only just in time