Richard Shindell
There Goes Mavis
The beach at Newcomb HollowThe last days of AugustThe other side of low tideThe sun is high, the sun is highWe're kneeling in the wet sandStopping up a wall breachQuick, before the next waveRushes in, rushes inThe mote around the castleIs filling up with waterBut hope springs eternalAll hands ready here it comesBehind us in the crowdSome kind of commotionA little girl is shoutingFly away! Fly away!But we pay no attentionThe castle is in dangerThe ramparts are sinkingWe dig on, we dig onThen out of the blueSongtexteThere's an orange canaryOn our driftwood flagpoleShovels down Boys! step awayThe little girl comes runningShe can't be more than sevenHer mother is behind herWith a cage, with a cageAnd her mother is explainingBaby, it's just too farAnd she'll never survive hereOn her own, on her ownBut the little girl's not listeningShe's talking to the birdMavis you can trust meNow's your big chanceFly away!If Mavis has been listeningShe isn't letting onWe're all just waitingNo one moves, no one movesAnd then comes the waveSwamping the castleNo one is watchingWhen it falls, when it fallsWe're following the progressOf a little bolt of orangeOn the long horizonThere goes MavisThere goes Mavis
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