Penelope from Ulyssa by Cynthia Goosby

Where will I be when it happens?
While my eyes may one day go blind,
my heart's vision is cinemascopic,
framing the shot in my mind.

When I glance out the window,
will you be there this time?
I painted the porch,
so you'll know it's mine.

Alternate endings and deferred desires
have a weight of their own.
Flash the semaphore,
and I'll leave this home.

When I look up from my garden,
will I see you at the end of the row?
I grew roses up the arbor
to direct you where to go.

When I hear steps on the trail,
will we meet face to face?
I sing as I go,
so you can find me anyplace.

Alternate endings and deferred desires
have a weight of their own.
Flash the semaphore,
and I'll leave this home.

When I look out from the stage,
is that where you'll be?
I play it out,
so you'll know it's me.

When I open my eyes in the morning,
will I see your dear face?
I sleep alone,
so you'll know there's space.

Alternate endings and deferred desires
have a weight of their own.
Flash the semaphore,
and I'll welcome you home.

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